The little Prince of the rose 🌹

 


The more fantastic in Saint Exupery’s literature, the Little Prince lives alone in an extremely little world where he cultivates a rose.


The red rose that is a love symbol, the beauty, the heart among other representations, the socialism. No one constructs the socialism for only one. But, the meaning jumps to another sense.


We must plant the rose into ourselves, caring that it sprouts and grows 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 Petit Prince is more than that, a poem to humanity, beyond any adjustments between words and any representations.


We told Robespierre about he who had head lost. Questioning revolutionary acts the counter-revolution took down him and depose out his mind.


Therefore the just gone and the night is a time unknown, “Is it night or a demon?” Asks another Vvedensky, knowing without knowing, dying and reborn into words that do not sustain him. 


The night flying to new day.


Today (it is what happened yesterday) in many places in the world tissue the evil walk beside us with the fork’s rules talking that the Well is worthy if having obedience and subjection for the owners of the protocols of the intention. Do not move, speech neither attempts.


Tomorrow is now, we can hear the stupid uniforms matching for nowhere, where we once lived. I wild like running along beasts without being killed, to see at least a unique time (willingly called again) the trifle leaves on the way to walk the woods.


It is in that condition: “Today’s fullness is tomorrow’s flowering branch. My soul must return to make the world as well like is my soul”says Juan Ramon Jimenez.  A world more than imagined can be similar to the thought, and made of experiences.


The glass dome covering the red rose of the socialism represents this tomorrow protected in the present, and it is not a hopeful thought.

  

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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