The Peacock in a salted caramel Ocean...

Hommage an Liberty London

Some time ago ... a little peacock grows up in a little village behind the mountains. It was cloudy their … and sometimes dark … the little peacock wears only a dark grey skirt … in a big size … with some holes … and very long arms …

She put her arms in the skirt and never shows …anybody … that her arms were wings. She hid her wings and never flew through time ... often she looked up into the sky ... saw Phoenix, one time at a time, always dreaming same dream of life ... of flying ... of love ...

... went back on her two legs and hid herself ... her wings ...

In the course of time she forgot ... that she was born to fly ... only ran with drooping head and sad shoulders through the dust of time ...

She heard the laughter of the butterflies and in between the voices of the adoring toads ...

Peacocks ... are not born to fly ... they are not even beautiful ... they do not have colorful feathers ... look at them! Look into the reflecting surface of the lake ...

Soon ... she could not see with her own eyes anymore ... just looked ... what the world wanted ... that her eyes noticed ...

And she completely forgot about that ... that she was one of the most beautiful creatures in this world ...

Born ... to make the world ... the gift of her smile ...

She showed no one her beautiful colors ... no one got the bright blue ... and green in the most beautiful shades to face ...

... she also forgot the bright colors of her plumage. Saw himself only in dusty gray ... like the gloomy shadows in the shape of envy and jealousy she hurled her tender face over and over again ...

She forgot the freedom ... the joy and the size of her own figure ... made herself small ... ducked through time ... and begged with sad eyes and a voice ... that none was ... for love ... and respect ...

... but she only got sticky offers and shed salty tears ...

... her tender body did not bathe in champagne ...

... too often stood in front of closed doors in the rain ...

At some point she did not even know how doors opened ... that the key of every locked door was already in her heart ... she did not remember ...

Did not suspect ... what the magic words were ... the small box in her heart ... which surely held the keys to the doors of the whole world ... open.

The rain of time ... more and more stuck her delicate plumage, like Caramel ... that mingled with her tears ... and came in fine drops on the floor. There were these balls,

… once upon a time ...

... when she could barely lift her gaze ... her soul saw ...

... what laid before her feet ... and always had been waiting for ... that she noticed with gratitude and curiosity ... the gifts ... that had laid all life at her feet. she held one of those fine balls in her hands ...

... looked at it for a long time ... until it melted and seeped through a trickle between her fingers. The color cognac-like sunshine was irresistibly similar to blue hour.

Carefully ... her fingertips slid to her tongue ... and the taste exploded ... like the most beautiful fireworks in her mouth ... her palate lolled in love with this unknown

Pleasure and her eyes began to shine ... the glowing lightly climbed down her back gently and dried her plumage ...

A second of these special globules loosened her wings ... and finally ... finally ... she finally spread out her radiant peacock feathers and hit the wheel ... to the fireworks of colors.

Her lucid eyes shone in heavenly ... pale blue ... and for a moment it seemed ... as if in soft letters ... the words love ... respect ... happiness ... were read on her forehead ...

It was the birth of beauty ...

... that reminded her ... that the key in her heart was her enchanting smile ... that could infect anyone ... who looked into her eyes and wanted to discover her joy in it ...

Suddenly the doors of the world opened ...

… for little peacock and some people starts to bring her presents…

… one of these presents … was a little box in the colour of roseleafes … with golden letters … and inside … the most delicious champagne truffles in the world ... covered with stardust ... the taste ... a journey like ... the land of dreams!