“One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It's one of the oldest urges in mankind. It's a way of stalling death.” Carlos Fuentes
Friday, 21 May 2010
Cherries for L.
Once upon a time there was a girl. An intimidated girl with bright eyes- bright like stars. This girl loved cherries and in her small garden of her small home, she had planted a small cherry tree. Everyday when the sun came out of the night, the beautiful girl would wake up, would pour cold milk into a glass and would cut a slice from her favorite cherry-pie that she would have just baked the night before. Then, she would take her favorite book and she would go out to the garden and she would sit under her favorite cherry tree. And then, the beautiful girl with the bright eyes- bright like stars- she would start reading her stories. Her favorite ones were those where mysterious things happened to mysterious people. And with these mysterious stories the intimidated girl would forget to finish her slice of cherry-pie, while her cold milk would end up warm, because the intimidated girl was not so intimidated any more as she dreamt of living adventures. She was dreaming that she was a woman that travelled around the world. She found herself in Egypt, in Africa, in India, in China. Oh, yes, in China. There she found the most wonderful cherry orchards all bloomed and all aromatic. And when her travels would come to an end, she would open her eyes, stand up and move away from her favorite cherry tree.
One night, the wind was rough. The rain fell heavy. And the cherry tree was weak. And the morning when the intimidated girl with the bright eyes- bright like stars- woke up and went out to the garden, her heart almost broke into pieces. The cherry tree had fallen down. All defeated. And the girl cried all day and all night and she cried like that for seven days. But the eighth day, the intimidated girl with the bright eyes- bright like stars- poured cold milk into a glass and drunk it all- bottoms up. And she decided.
And the day that followed the intimidated girl with the bright eyes- bright like stars- had a ticket in her hand. And that ticket would get her to China. Oh, yes, to China. Where she would find her cherry orchards all bloomed and all aromatic. And the intimidated girl was not so intimidated anymore because she was about to live adventures.
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