The Little Prince

Therefore good seeds of good weeds and bad seeds of weeds. But the seeds are invisible. They sleep in the secret of the earth until it takes fancy for one of them to wake up.

Every day I learned something on the planet, on departure, on the journey. It came very gently, at the chance of reflections.

is so as not to forget it. It's sad to forget a friend. Not everyone has had a friend.

But, of course, we who understand life, we make fun of the numbers!

Children should be very lenient towards adults.

Grown-ups never understand anything on their own, and it is tiring for children to always have to give them explanations.

"The baobabs, before growing, it starts off being small.

Big people like the numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never question you about the basics. They never tell you, "What is the sound of his voice?" What games does he prefer? Does he collect butterflies? They ask, "How old is he?" How many brothers? How much does he weigh ? How much does his father earn? Then they only think they know him. If you say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful pink brick house, with geraniums on the windows and doves on the roof ..." they can not imagine this house.

But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox. We risk crying a little if we let ourselves tame...

The words of the little prince danced in my memory: