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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