Where the moon is round | Agus Tato
There was a night when the wind shined the stars and caressed the sleeping birds. That night my daughter was born.
There was a night when Antarctic ice clouds collided and the moon left the sky. That night my mother died.
Trees are merry-go-rounds. Secrets await in its branches. Two girls, accomplices in his absence, play round. A man takes them away, the giant dog listens to his dreams. The other little girl is waiting for a shower of stars.
Together they discover that the darkness has light to cradle their innocence.
The night protects them.
I lived there. "