The man, in my infancy, who said there were people
on the moon, was laughed at; he was wrong, but not
wrong in thinking there were other life forms on remote
planets. Years ago a big plane got vanished and landed
on the back of the moon where temperature is an even
22 Celsius and there was an abundance of green fruit
that looked like bananas and nutty tasting blue grass.
Adults missing meat, ate each other till there was only
one left, the pilot, and dejected jumped off the moon.
The youthful passengers and children got used to their
surroundings and could cook bananas in fifty variations.
They built caves and decorated them with chairs from
the plane and as beds they used dried banana leaves….
And as time went by, the earth became a myth, an idea
of paradise lost. This generation of moon dwellers wore
no clothes, what´s the point? Only women, on certain dates,
wore dried green skirts. So the man who believed there
was life on the moon may be right after all.