Pssstt…
Wake up, leafhopper! Come out of hiding when you see me leave room 23. Jump up and follow me down the stone path. Come and start the day by taking your first dip in the pool. Then lie down again. Are you ready to take off? Here we go: 3,2,1… Close your eyes!
Can you hear the cicada birds? They sing almost as loud as you do! So good, I wouldn’t say, but that’s a matter of taste… And the sky? Can you see it? It’s painted blue and sprinkled with white, in the funny shapes that form the fat clouds. Be careful, don’t look directly into the sun. It may be hot on the skin, but it kills the eye at close range.
And the smell? Smells good, doesn’t it? It’s the fig tree that clears the air. Or is it the scent of orange leaves? Or the eucalyptus trees that line the road? Or even other plants that I don’t know the name of, secretly brought in on the whisper of the breeze? Whoever it is, they’ve done their perfume well.
So, cicada friend, now tell me: Have you ever tasted the juice of a peach born in June? I have. And I enjoyed it so much that I repeat the dose every year. Have a bite. But don’t push it. Too much makes you sick
Stay here, leafhopper. Feel the peace that quiets your voice and disarms your desire to sing. It’s quiet and gentle… If you concentrate well, you can hear a thousand and one songs in it. But don’t get involved. Let everything come to you without pulling. Only then will you get what you need.
Have you seen what a beautiful day it is? The best part of all is that it’s only just begun! You can still experience, and see, and do, and feel, and have, and be a lot of things! Even when the sun gets tired
all this frenzy, the show goes on, with the spotlight on the Moon. As you tilt your chin towards the light, you’ll have to try not to drop it when the moon surprises you by dancing with a thousand and one stars.
Come to think of it, maybe you should go back to sleep, because your snoring is the soundtrack to the big show. I’m sorry if I bothered you, dear friend, but I got carried away… Sometimes it’s hard to believe how wonderful things are when you don’t have anyone around to pinch you.
So just come when your moment arrives, and seize it as only you can. But take your time, cigarette girl. I’ll take mine. I’ll see for myself, sitting with me, facing this spectacle of country scenery, how the beauty of small things lies in letting them be only when it’s time for them to be.
