My idea for my animated short film, was inspired by a poem written by my father, about these mythical and secretive forrest dwelling creatures called Galuppis. The poem is below:
A TOCCATA OF GALUPPIS
Galuppis, galuppis, galuppis in toccatas,
Cavorting through the moonlight with a sound like rushing waters.
I know that you’re inclined to say
Galuppis don’t exist,
But I saw one only yesterday
Toccating through the mist,
And I glimpsed her tiny star-like feet
As she went to have a shower,
And I heard her burbling sweet
And low, as she ate her morning flower.
Galuppis, galuppis, galuppis in toccatas,
Disporting in the sunlight with a sound like rushing waters.
Galuppis are harmonious
In everything they do.
They’re graceful, lithe, and unlike us
They hum the whole day through,
With a deep, contented, burbling sound,
Like a pigeon’s evening coo.
Forward leap galuppis, galuppis in toccatas,
Onyx-eyed, from side to side
Rushing like floodtide waters.
Courting in galuppis
Has customs of its own,
Regarding which they’re most precise :
Intrude, and they’ll be gone.
Sinuous are their delights,
To frisk and roll in peace.
Inventing strange new loving fights
Nearer each the other incites,
Enjoyment to increase.
When making love, their clashing horns
In sparks bejewel the night.
They twine together until morn
Has bathed their limbs in light.
Love with them is musical :
Orchestral is the noise !
Vaulting the highest trees they call,
Ecstatic in their joys !
Galuppis, galuppis, galuppis in toccatas,
Entwining in the sleep of love,
Like peace upon dark waters.
They live on frangipani flowers,
On love, and on fresh air,
And that’s why in this world of ours
Galuppis are so rare.
Galuppis, galuppis, galuppis in toccatas :
You’ll hear them now your whole life through,
In sleep, by day, in loving too,
Like hidden waters, burbling streams,
Toccat – toccating through your dreams.
Roderick Wilson
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