скачать книгу бесплатно
Madame Tussauds, queen of gossip
and Parisian social life.
Commissioner C. Monet wanted to understand
the complicated full facts.
It was all about that with him.
In the meantime, in the stable, Mary Jane
was still trying to persuade Bernhard to come out of his dump.
Come on, Bernhard! Come out! ...
I need some advice! I beg you! Please!
What advice? ...
Bernhard the mouse asked intrigued.
Let’s go a little through the meadows,
it’s important to me!
Ok! But I don’t like you anyway!
And neither do I! ... Are we going?
Thomas will stay with the baby, along with the cows! ... Let's go!
Bernhard said very determined.
Now, you came to ask me something.
I wanted some advice from you! Want to listen carefully?
Ok! I'm all ears!
The friendly rodent said, dropping to the ground to laugh as a fool.
Bernhard, don’t be stupid! This is a serious matter! Very serious!
But so saying, also Mary Jane got a laugh and she wasn’t able to stop.
They laughed out loud together until they cried for a stupid silly thing.
And just like that, they became
true and great friends.
There was a bright sun that morning and
the green meadows seemed to glow
of stars and crystals.
As the dew glinted
along their way,
Mary Jane asked Bernhard to accompany her to Paris.
I need clothes and I have an absurd hunger! ... I'm tired of eating
milk and eggs!
The little girl said with her eyes glittering like the green fields around them.
Alright! We will leave tomorrow morning at sunrise and Thomas will come with us.
The others will take care about the baby. I’ve a lot of friends in town and I would love to go with you.
Bernhard said with quite a knowing smile.
Thomas says you know many things
about my father and that you are very touchy! I think that's true!
I'm just a little girl and if there were any mistakes in my family,
I just don’t think that’s my fault.
I'd like to know about my Father and
my Mother, that’s all!
Bernhard grabbed Mary Jane’s hand,
led her to the shadow of
a large chestnut tree.
The two walked meeting the sun,
in an absurd frame.
A backlit picture where:
A little girl with bright blond hair,
who goes away on her back, bent on one side.
Like a tired and shabby old lady,
holding a little mouse’s hand.
Walking by his side,
towards the light of the East.
What an absurd scene!
The great ones and the unimaginative ones would say.
But so it was!
5
It was a warm sunny Saturday morning,
Paris had woken up in the scent
of heated butter from the boulangeries and
in the fragrance of freshly baked baguettes and croissants.
The light is reflected and split
into so many colors in the windows of shops,
as a good wish for that Sunday feast day.
Mary Jane seemed hypnotized
in seeing people and smelling in the air
all those tasty scents,
which she had almost forgotten.
Thomas and Bernhard followed her as two small shadows, like guardian angels,
along the low sidewalks of Ville Lumière.
Mary Jane seemed lost to follow with her eyes and with all her five senses,
the joy, the frenzy and the daily beat of life she did not know yet.
She could see life in bystanders, people and
among the kisses of the lovers.
In the light of her first free morning,
within the sweetest city in the world.
It was a stunning Saturday morning
in the sky above Paris.
Everything seemed perfect in the Universe
and in the flow of daily things.
A beautiful spring day which would donate millions of stars when the evening would have dressed it in black and brilliant stars.
At Ladurée House, Madame Tussauds
looked like a crazy hysterical.
She went roaming the halls, yelling at all the servants, with unbearable and raspy voice,
like a nail scratching the blackboard
in the empty classroom silence.
A sour note in the perfection
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Для бесплатного чтения открыта только часть текста.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера:
