Magali Le Huche
Rosaluna e i lupi

“The wolves are still waiting for their friend, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear them howling on full moon nights”

In a dark world, there was a fat and bright lady who sang, sang...singing all the time. Only that the inhabitants of that world couldn't stand her singing at all. So they said to her: "Listen, Rosaluna, why don’t you go sing in the woods?" and so she did.

In the black forest, only the light of her yellow dress could be seen.

And when the nighttime murmurs and rustles were drowned out by her voice, the wolves fell in love with her singing.

And they fell so in love that in the morning they followed her home.

Frightened by all those wolves, which are known to be scary, the villagers chased them away with brooms, warning Rosaluna not to leave the town and to stay home.

When the next night the wolves entered the village to hear Rosaluna sing, they were all captured in a huge net, then catapulted away along with Rosaluna.

The wolves landed a few kilometers away and Rosaluna, while still ascending through the air, got angry...she got so angry that her rage carried her up into the sky and she became the moon... Yes, the moon long ago was a fat lady who sang all the time.

This is a picture book, many images and few innocent words.

And it is beautiful to follow the light of Rosaluna that is so bright in her room and just a dot in the night... and it is beautiful to see the trees in the forest bending and forming like a little theater in the blue...

and beautiful are the wolves hypnotized by the song and beautiful it is to follow them in their night flight when, catapulted into the sky, the light of Rosaluna illuminates them just a little too...

Well, dad Lulù reads us the story of Rosaluna every night.

Only that every evening he does one thing, he takes this story and lets it go somewhere else.

"Stories are not just destinations, stories are bridges and those bridges lead to beautiful places"

For from one story, always other stories are born

For example, the other day he told us how he and mom one day went to the moon by bicycle...to do so, they turned to an inventor, a genius type who had already invented fantastic things like the melodic engine and the shirts that iron themselves if you wave at them.

The inventor was thrilled at the idea and quickly built an invisible bicycle to trick the lightness of the air....

Invisible yes, but with lightweight aluminum pedals and for a seat, a comfortable armchair, because the journey was long and one had to be comfortable.

Then the handlebars were made of papier-mâché and the wheels of cotton candy...A very silly thing, but very silly things often fly more than smart ones.

Oh yes, there was also a little bell to scare away monsters that might be encountered along the way.

I don’t know if mom and dad really got to the moon, I don’t know if they met the fat and cheerful lady who sang all the time, but something tells me they did.

Read this story because if dad thought of a bicycle, who knows what will come to your mind.

Ah, Rosaluna during the flight of the catapult really didn’t get mad...I would have, I surely would have gotten mad, but she didn’t...and it was her singing that carried her into the sky...

Bye, bye...