When Momo discovered the moment of time,
every hour was an unfolding rose, every one
more beautiful than the previous flower and I
wish it were true for me, but today as I swept
Just like Beppo Street Sweeper said one step
at a time - then danced with the cables as the
CharBoss wielded an electric Steamer all over
the house, and I washed my way through a
Mountain of dishes divided into platoons, first
a shiny cluster of glasses & cups, then plates,
pots & cutlery; this sequence of hours did not
seem to be unfolding roses & as I grew tired
It felt as if little gray men were smoking all of
my beautiful hours while I worked like a fiend
to get it all done; now after eating chocolate
ganache my stomach isn’t happy and I am
Searching for a lovely flower to represent my
last unfolding hour, the one thing left is a long-
legged terrier begging to play outside - kicking
bottles for him to catch, his sole purpose in life
At least for him there is an unfolding flower of
canine joy ready to bloom for an hour...
[Michael Ende: "Momo"]
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