A keen observer looks upon the world with infant eyes
To notice how the hinges carved from wood fit into one another like a shoulder joint,
And the cracks in the wood give way to tiny, yellow flowers.
Co děláš Hugo?
What are you doing?
He puts the knife in his mouth without fear.
The cool metal sooths his teething gums.
Co vidíš?
What do you see?
A baby’s laughter is the most contagious sound.
And the way he pets the dog you’d think he didn’t know the different between friend and brother.
Kde jdeš Hugo?
Where are you going?
The world is a beautiful, amazing place,
On hands and knees the kitchen looks like castles and peaks of mountains.
Co je Hugo?
What is it?
I don’t know if he is crying because he fell or because we picked him up.
A piece of bread lies undiscovered on the ground.
And as soon as it started, it stopped.
There is too much world to waste a minute on salty tears.