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Next
to the ajar window
there is a dark red velvet armchair, where a little girl, with long dark
plaits and a skinny and pale face, is sitting.
She holds a white cat,
with dark paws and muzzle, in her lap.
The little girl is
named Lalla and the cat Nero.
The cat is very cute
with its eyes bordered in dark; it looks like a boxer been put KO after an
unlucky boxing match.
Now
the cat and the little girl seem to be sleepy in that warm autumn noon,
lost in a common dream where they are running around the meadows trying to
pursue butterflies.
Actually, this last
one was their favorite game, until the day Lalla was fed up with this game
and they stopped.
She sits on that
armchair and starts staring at the grass outside the window without her
usual smile, while Nero caresses her hands with its paw, desperately
trying to see her playing again as in past.
But its efforts are in
vain.
During
a warmer than usual afternoon, woken up by the voices of some children
playing in the garden, Nero goes on the balcony, curious; the cat looks
around himself, keeping its paws on the vases of stork’s bill, and
sniffs the air that smells good, with a sense of well being it hadn’t
felt for a long time.
Suddenly
a marvelous butterfly leans on its outstretched muzzle and the butterfly
stands there- odd thing- as waiting.
Then Nero thinks to
give the butterfly as a gift to its little mistress, in memory of their
past games.
With
a little start, Lalla opens her eyes e stares at her cat with that
butterfly leaning on the muzzle.
When
the butterfly realizes the presence of the little girl, it gets near her
and little by little flies in the blue sky.
Lalla follows the
butterfly with her glance. Then
she smiles. She’s euphoric.
She burst in laughing as she hasn’t been doing for an eternity and her
cheeks become pink, as once.
After
a while the little girl and the cat find themselves sitting on the
armchair, as just woken up from a dream.
But was it a dream?
(English
translation by Silvia
Mancini)
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