SOMETIMES through a paper-folding game one can tell the story of friendship
The Crane and the Friend
Cranes have a funny head. Ruffled wings, stretched necks,
They chatter and swirl in the blue sky above my head.
What a toccata! A cacophony of hoarse, piercing cries!
A feathered concert!
In turn, they break away from the group and dive at me.
With each pass, behind the silver gleam of their beaks,
You can clearly see their little indignant eyes.
Not without reason.
This is the first time an outsider has dared to represent them in folded paper.
And their dignity takes a major hit…
The skimming birds swooped down on me.
Onset of panic.
Arms over my head to protect myself from the attacks.
No problem!
The old man's life is woven from these fortuitous incidents that forever shape memories.
Yet the essence is the twinkling of the stars in the gray dawn,
The scent of friendship to come, the enchanting perfume of hope, and the purity of the friendly world as well.
The obsessive sharing of the curves of the friendly round and the roughness of the unexpected in a still untouchable friendship.
When evening falls and the old man’s house is nothing but a shadow, and a last surge of sunlight strikes the old man’s gaze, wringing from him the words, “How magnificent it must be to know a friend!”
Because he can’t think of anything better to say… and that deep sigh, which in turn becomes the long-awaited friend,
in his dreams and those nights fringed with hope..
The deserted island of imaginary friends, or the inward journey of a friend to imagine
to be made.
Only a child knows how to create friendship,
And, like a kite at the mercy of the wind, soaring through the swirls of these spontaneous and naive notes,
From a comrade,
D’un partage riant : faits de bouts de ficelles et de bouts de rires qui au fond de la bouche rend l’ami sucré et les ailes des grues infinies.
The old man, having become a child again, reinvents the world to his own scale, because, wherever his gaze falls, he embraces its limits.
and that he needs nothing to exist but to desire the friend who in turn becomes this other of himself.
I like the idea that I will have a friend!
And that I would not be enough to bear the greatness of these friendships…
Thank you all for sharing this
LOLLY
