Last update: 30 November 2016
I do not know why, but there are people who enter you, even without having heard a single word coming from their mouth or received a glance from them. Even today I don't understand why only him and no one else gave me that special feeling.
If I didn't see it, the day passed for me without making any real sense. I must have been about six, and I was more than used to seeing him go up and down the street. He was blond and reminded me of the little prince. Every afternoon I would look out on the balcony, with my face between the grates and my legs hanging like plants falling in a cascade of green branches towards the asphalt. While I was having a snack, I also ate the sweet and white pistils of the red geraniums that my mother collected.
It reminded me of the little prince
"I knew that boy was special, so special that he didn't seem to belong in this world."
Before nightfall, like every day, he would stride across the street, look down, and have his arms full of books. Her was the saddest aspect imaginable. I've always dreamed of seeing him looking up, even just once. I wanted to scream at him everything the world could offer him if he alone he had stopped looking down and looked straight ahead or at the sky, but he never did.
What I know about him I found out through gossip. Like white butterflies that doze on the walls and in the coolest hours of the day I hovered on the chairs in front of the houses. However, perhaps it was once again all a figment of my imagination. This is the history.
The diagnosis of the little prince
- His problem is that he reads too much.
This was the diagnosis given to the young man. From the homeopath to the psychologist, passing through the acupuncturist, the priest, the baker, the newsagent, the family and obviously the book. Everyone agreed or perhaps influenced each other.
When he returned home exhausted from his usual walk in the circle of his mind, with every step he took he listened to this phrase again and again, like an inextinguishable echo. At that point, all he had to do was give up and accept that books were the cause and solution of his problems.
As usual, before returning to town, he went to the shopping center and went to the book section to say goodbye. Then he went through the youth fashion section, chose some trendy clothes there and slipped into one of the dressing rooms.
"Completely naked he looked at his image as if it were the first time."
The lights in the dressing room, designed to enhance the image, barely managed to give a little life to his sad figure. Where previously a thick mass of tousled hair stood, now the glowing skin enveloped his skull. It was like a beauty mask for a brain that for some time spoke silently, lost.
The pronounced curvature of what were her lashes crowned the memory of a deep look. She now lacks any of her eyebrows. Her face, reduced to smooth cheeks, regretted the absence of color and the stroke with which she draws a map of kisses.
"He regretted the absence of color and the stroke with which a map of kisses is drawn."
The skin of the pubis, formerly covered with spiky black hairs from which its tension emerged, was now reminiscent of that of premature sculptures, which ignored carnal, marble and fragile pleasures.
She lifted her bony arms and tied them behind her neck. In vain he looked for a trace of hair on her armpits. Her whole being, once soft and soft, was now only transparent and fragile skin. To the point where it breaks, without any shadow of caresses.
The image blurred and reappeared in tears. She then lowered her gaze and a grimace resembled a smile. Where only letters can take root with strength, where only they can reach, a hole opened in her chest. From the hole emerged a sort of torrent of down, the color of gold.
Time passed and one day I stopped eating the pistils on that balcony. However, I paused to look at the street now devoid of his presence. I thought that, despite what the world thought, the books were the cause of nothing. Rather they were a refuge from the world for that too lonely little prince.
