She had to hand them over the Reverend
so as he could keep them safe in a safe place.
Far from the prying eyes of the Gendarmerie, which now
fixed abode in her villa.
The documents were: The will and testament and the ...
Count Ladurée’s DIARIES AND MEMORIES.
Edith the little nightingale of Paris,
followed the whole story from the roofs and windows of Ville Lumière.
Commissioner C. Monet, holding
his cup of steaming coffee,
he entered the study of Count Ladurée.
The room was large and lightly lit,
he had to open the heavy curtains
to filter the daylight.
As soon as the light lighted the room,
the commissioner found himself in a place outside of the known world. As if by a gate, he entered in the world of impossible things.
The walls were covered with books, then open maps, itineraries, meaningless codes,
open books thrown here and there.
A large globe all written with pen
with a firm hand of Count Ladurée,
with sea routes and land routes.
In Count Ladurée’s studio
there were things never seen before.
Being there among his things was like traveling without moving and watching his paintings;
it was like flying away.
Commissioner C. Monet placed on the plate
an old vinyl record.
Jazz! Only Jazz!
And the best, just to be clear!
Alone, in Count Ladurée’s empty room. That day C. Monet traveled far into heavens he did not know.
In some ways he also managed to fly
among the things that the wind and Nature
led him to connect together.
So, smells became light musical memories ... And jazz! ... Only Jazz!
Commissioner C. Monet saw himself as a child, in front of the Sea, in an infinite world to learn and investigate.
Meanwhile, in the stable, tender was the night.
Nature covered its primordial role
of only mother and unequivocal destiny.
Children grew up in those days with that climate that leads from winter to spring,
without realizing it ...
That slow and imperceptible climate that let it pass and blossom, which gives birth and then let the flowers grow. At that time Mother Nature gave everything to the two children!
Hélène the white cow with black spots
was a midwife to the baby and mother and wise grandmother to Mary Jane.
Thomas & Bernhard were their naughty
cheerful friends, a fantasy to be discovered.
Faust the dog and Antonin the horse
had the role that a father and a grandfather have in a family of human beings.
That's all... In such a big house, like Nature itself.
Over time, Mary Jane
began to understand the personality of every single animal,
as she had expected.
By developing this knowledge,
she was able to interact with each animal
without ever offending them in their personal character.
Since, at first glance, all cows seemed to her identical,
so as all sheep and chickens.
But it was not that simple
as the distracted gaze said.
All animals were different from the others,
both in features and character.
Mary Jane, who was now a small woman,
had learned to observe to learn.
Count Ladurée, instead,
had taught her to wait.
Thus, following her primal instinct,
that which Nature had given her at birth,
Mary Jane learned to interact with every animal and to elicit their soul and essence.
It was hard to get along with Bernhard the mouse.
Perhaps the tests made on him, his friends or relatives in the labs,
had altered his soul and his very conception of life.
Bernhard Blues was a touchy mouse.
He was offended or deeply resented
on something that nothing seemed to others.
He could find refuge in his own little world that the others never saw,
he was on hold, just waiting and
playing his Blues.
Bernhard lived in a dump.
But it was his dump. Only his!
Mary Jane had to be his friend in order to understand his secrets,
because she well knew how to understand him;
One day when everyone was out and
spring began to cast its colors,
Mary Jane approached Bernhard’s dump and
whispered with a light voice like a jazz song brought by the wind:
Its spring out of there, come with me, Bernhard!
Let’s have some fun through the flowery meadows!
I know the smells and sometimes with my eyes closed I sense the colors.
I'm tired! I want to sleep! I'm sorry!
The leaves are moving in the breeze and the air needs to tell many stories;
Bernhard, you’re not tired!
Come with me out there to see and feel.
I'm tired!
And I don’t like you too much!
Bernhard said truthfully.
It doesn't matter! Touchy Mouse! Come outside, the world is all full of colors!
I’m not a Mouse! I’m Bernhard Blues! Stupid pretentious little girl!
Frickin’ mouse, overcome your pain!
Just after, you’ll gain!
Mary Jane said rhyming and smiling.
- Come out and let's play
‘impossible flowers’!
I know all the smells and sometimes
with my eyes closed I sense the colors.
You any good at it?
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