Saint Exupery Petit Prince

 


The more fantastic on Saint Exupery’s literature, the Little Prince live alone in an extremely little world where he cultivates a rose. The red rose that is love symbol, the beauty, the heart among others representations, the socialism. No one construct the socialism for only one. But, the meaning jumps to another sense. We must plant the rose into ourselves, caring that sprouts and to grow up producing more. It would be the truly revolutionary attitude considering that the little prince of himself is the master of our existence, and it is the singular subject.

However, the Le Petit Prince is more than that, a poem to humanity, beyond any adjustments between words and any representations.

I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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