very far away, hidden somewhere deep
undisguised at the bottom of the painting
there are three big castles and some
small turquoise houses
next to it three beautiful paths, lined
by chilly tough willows or
by flashy silver birch or
very old branches branched out
oaks, lead to castles:
red, golden and white,
colossal castles.
that’s where they live
*Based on a poem by Hans Haring