The day we distanced ourselves and the next day we understood each other…again I was surprised. I realized that you laugh like a man but you are still a child, your eyes can shine, your hands can be amazed and you pay innocent attention to things.
I am rediscovering that sweetness, tenderness, and fear, far from being despicable characteristics for you, are opportunities to show compassion, understanding, and understanding. As opposed to Tagore, I am not afraid to dedicate my sweetest words to you because I know that you are not going to humiliate them, and thus I will not have to hurt myself for fear that you will play with my pain.
If love is true there are no reproaches, no reasons to make the soul suffer, that when it is preserved pure of labyrinths and artifices it opens the tenuous wings of a smile and the warmth of security.
…and so began the dream of a tale called “The Little Prince”.
The text was written by M and dedicated to R.