A bridge with a door and three dens...

I spent the last couple of days making some den artworks at the international school and meeting 2 new very special bulgarian friends, called Galia and Silviya. At the school we made three dens, all of these were simply fantastic. It was amazing spending time with these lovely Italian Kids, whom taught me various italian words. I met up with Siviya and Galia yesterday. They came around and I made them food, we spoke about many things and I leant a lot about Bulgaria. In the morning I made another work called 'The Dancers' which I was extremely happy with. Tonight I went to see Silviya's paintings, which are beyond my idle words. She really is an incredible painter and a very beautiful person. On the way home at 1.30am I crossed a bridge which on the other side had only a door, the door was closed. I studied the door. It was possibly the most wonderful door I have ever seen, but it was closed. I imagined what may be behind. I think there were many lyrical chairs, a mysterious male character called, 'mojo' whom is always being chased by foxes, a cupboard full of stylish and very classic clothes and some discarded shoes. The house is very old and the person inside is similar to me, able to go to dark places and stay there a while. They are like me, deep and full of imaginary dreams and able to glimpse at a world in between worlds. She is also kind, like the sea on a calm but foggy morning. She can guess the seasons with minute accuracy. The door itself is locked and the mysterious owl 'mojo' holds the key. I asked 'mojo' the way home, because I had forgotten where I was. I'm sure, more sure than anything in very a long time that this door, unlike the others without bridges, is more beautiful than the spring time, it's colours, whistle a tune which is able to make the autumn time start afresh. The door is so very unusual and I knock uncharacteristically on the wood, which is made from ancient wood and covered in needle scratches. I look through the letter box and a complicated fox smiles back at me, giving me the sign, that it's probably time to make my very own latin den, and that I should never regret this way that I feel. I hear a glass break in the distance and realise that I don't need my keys anymore because this den is a magic den. A lucky 'den'. I wait there and eventually as the bells of a nearby church call out her name, I fall into a pensive sleep.