Бесплатный фрагмент - Claude the Cloud

To my grandma, Lourdes, the first person to believe in me; To my mom, Silvana, for teaching me how to believe; To my husband, Kauan for believing in me especially when I don’t believe in myself.

Claude the Cloud

The sky was shiny blue

And all clouds were passing by

All of them were happy

Except for one little guy

His name was Claude

He was a really nice cloud

All white and fluffy

Really really round

But Claude was sad

Wherever he would go

His parents didn’t get him

And didn’t want to know

One day Claude felt it

A breeze coming from the west

He had never felt it before

But somehow it was the best

The sky turned dark

And Claude began to melt

He was falling apart!

But oh how good it felt

At the end there wasn’t a piece

You could see with your eye

And Claude rested in peace

For he just needed to cry

Alfred the Balloon

Alfred was a balloon

He was one indeed

He was red and shiny

And he was loved by kids

He lived in the magazine stand

For as long as he could remember

And the date on the newspaper said

It was the middle of December

One day as Alfred waited

A little boy passed by

And he wanted to have Alfred

Wanted so much that he cried!

In his hands Alfred was happy

But the boy wasn’t so clever

There was a very strong wind

And Alfred flew with the weather

While the boy on land cried

Alfred couldn’t help but go up

And he would soon meet the stars

They were a bit of a snub

It went up and up it went

Until it reached the moon

It cried, so alone

But this would change very soon

Coming from the corner

There was a little red boy

And as he saw Alfred

He wanted him as his toy

Alfred and he now have fun

You can see if you look to the sky

But so to not fly away

Alfred is now tied to his arm

Paula the Grain of Sand

Paula lived at the beach

That sounds like a dream

Life must be a peach

Or at least so it seemed

She was a grain of sand

But different as you would think

She was known throughout the land

For she was spiky and pink

She was bigger than the others

And so different indeed!

She was called weird by the otters

As she would suffer by the sea

She didn’t have friends

For she looked spiky and sharp

She would love to play games