Olive Tree in the Open Seas

At the very edge of words, in the beginning or the end of a story, there is a tiny house all alone. That is where the fairy-tale poet lives. He who collects truths and puts them in fairy-tale costumes. I was lost in the woods of a story one night, trying to get out, when I bumped into his little house. I knocked on the door and he welcomed me inside. What a house! Of fairy-tale beauty! He put me to sleep on a mattress made out of words. When I woke up in the morning, feeling lighter than ever as if I was reborn, I thanked him and he offered me five six, six seven, seven eight... stories for breakfast. These stories I will now share with you.

This book is a mattress of words that will take us on a journey upon a flying carpet.