Posted by fatacuportocale on May 27, 2008 in
Little Prince
On the Little Prince‘s planet the flowers had always been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took up no room at all; they were no trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear from the grass, and by night they would have faded peacefully away.
But one day, from a seed blown from no one knew where, a new flower had come up; and the Little Prince had watched very closely over this small sprout which was not like any other small sprouts on his planet.
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The flower was not satisfied to complete the preparation for her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colours with the greatest care. She dressed herself slowly. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out in the world all rumped, like field poppies.
It was only in the full radiance of her beauty that she wished to appear. Oh, yes ! She was a coquettish creature! And her mysterious adornment lasted for days and days.
Sometimes we love only the flowers which are dressing themselves slowly.
Posted by fatacuportocale on May 27, 2008 in
Little Prince
It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The Little Prince, who asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.
Sometimes we must wait for the other to reveal himself.
Posted by fatacuportocale on May 22, 2008 in
Little Prince
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither mechanic nor any passangers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death to me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from my human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazament, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
“If you please – draw me a sheep! “
So I drew for the Little Prince a sheep. What would this drawing mean ?

I’ve wrote some words about Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s Little Prince here