The Little Prince
The Little Prince I lifted the bucket to her lips. He drank, his eyes closed. It was as sweet as a party. This water was much more than a food. It was born of the march under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, as a gift. When I was a little boy, the light of the Christmas tree, the music of the midnight mass, the sweetness of the smiles made all the radiance of the Christmas present that I received.
"The men of your house," said the little prince, "cultivate five thousand roses in the same garden, and they do not find what they seek."
"They do not find it," I replied.
- And yet what they are looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water ...
"Of course," I replied.
And the little prince added:
"But the eyes are blind. You must seek with your heart. "
I was drunk. I breathed well. The sand at daybreak is honey-colored. I was also pleased with this color of honey. Why should I have trouble?
"You must keep your promise," said the little prince, who had once more sat down beside me.
"What promise?"
- You know ... a muzzle for my sheep ... I am responsible for this flower! "