That woman is peeking she sees us. She is looking at a vase with flowers, with daisies and forget-me-not's.
I see a little hart and a horse face, a human, a man and next to it a little dogsface.
She is sitting in the bus of the zoo, with zebra stripes on the side.
I see little beads, they tell little stories. No it is a horse face with a blaze.
She is going away, she is going to wave. she is going to search beads in ditches and between books.
I find it strange that is dark inside, behind her. And outside it is bright, as if there is a light.
She is a happy woman, I would like to go out with her! Yes it is an old picture of mine!
Maybe the horse belongs to the zoo.
When the train is moving I hear the wind blowing, I hear: tsjoek-tsjoeke-tsjoeke tjoek.
She is feeling wonderful. When she is feeling tired she is going to sleep. The train in going to the next place, which is not visible yet.
She is hanging in the window. She is going from Spain straight through France to the Netherlands. She is coming to see us!