
MY HEART RATTLE BOOK
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Plic ploc, plic ploc ploc. Here comes the rain. On my cloud, I fly, peacefully. One by one, the colors of the rainbow appear, then come the snow, the wind and the stars. With one hand, then two, “On my cloud” comes to life thanks to the child’s movement.A poetic text, sounds that lull, colors that appear and disappear…