"My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens, and men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all men are alike. And I'm so bored. But if you tame me, my life will be illuminated. Know the sound of steps that will be different from everyone else. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! See, down there, the wheat fields? I do not eat bread and wheat, for me is useless. The wheat fields say nothing to me. And this is sad! But you have hair the color of gold. Then it will be wonderful when you have tamed me. The wheat, which is also golden, will remind me of you. And love the sound of wind in the wheat ... "
The fox paused and looked long at the little prince
" Please ... tame, "he said.
I have always believed in friendship. That could fill their lives, give light and color.
Yet in a sense, I realize that maybe the friendship - as I understand it - does not really exist. Or, if it exists, is extremely rare.
Everyone sees life differently. He has different ideas about what really matters. And sooner or later everyone must take their own way. You can not escape this.
On second thought, it is more likely that I was wrong in the accounts from the beginning. As it can be to love someone, you can not put their lives in his hands. And one must always keep in mind that at some point you must leave leave the people you care about.
The fox had to say goodbye to the Little Prince. Not remained a star, a small tear in the sky in memory of his smile. A sweet memory, nothing more.
But the night is dark and cold, and never seems to end ...
The friends that I wished I charmed them playing for you and with you that night you had in the face, eyes, I saw them, all my friends loved, when you're gone, they came away with you.
The fox paused and looked long at the little prince
" Please ... tame, "he said.
(from The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
I have always believed in friendship. That could fill their lives, give light and color.
Yet in a sense, I realize that maybe the friendship - as I understand it - does not really exist. Or, if it exists, is extremely rare.
Everyone sees life differently. He has different ideas about what really matters. And sooner or later everyone must take their own way. You can not escape this.
On second thought, it is more likely that I was wrong in the accounts from the beginning. As it can be to love someone, you can not put their lives in his hands. And one must always keep in mind that at some point you must leave leave the people you care about.
The fox had to say goodbye to the Little Prince. Not remained a star, a small tear in the sky in memory of his smile. A sweet memory, nothing more.
But the night is dark and cold, and never seems to end ...
The friends that I wished I charmed them playing for you and with you that night you had in the face, eyes, I saw them, all my friends loved, when you're gone, they came away with you.
(from Novecento, by Alessandro Baricco)
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