I lived by myself
without people with whom I could speak truthfully
until a crash in the Sahara desert 6 years ago
something was broken in my motor but as I had no
mechanics nor passengers with me
I was preparing myself to attempt to accomplish a difficult repair by myself
for me it was a question of life or death
I hardly had any water to drink for 10 days
the first evening I slept on the sand
with one thousand miles from any earth
I was much more isolated nevertheless on a raft in the middle of
the Ocean
so I imagine the surprise
at the awakening of the day
when a funny little voice awakened me
"Please...
...draw a sheep for me."
"What?"
"Draw a sheep for me."
I jumped to my feet as if I had been hit by lightning
I rubbed my eyes and looked
and I saw a little extraordinary fellow
he seriously considered me
he seemed not lost nor dying of hunger
nor dying of fatigue nor dying of thirst nor dying of fright
he just had the appearance of a child lost in the desert
friend of all the inhabited regions
"What are you doing here?!"
"Please...
...draw a sheep for me."
for the mystery and three precious points in rise not to obey
as absurd as this seemed to me
I pulled out a paper and a pen from my pocket and I drew
he watched attentively
"No, this one is too sick,
do another one."
I drew another sheep
"You see well,
it's not a sheep, it's a ram because it has horns."
so I redrew my drawing
"This one is too old,
I want it to live a long time." I was in a hurry to start to dismantle
the motor. I scribbled a cage
with three air vents.
"This is the cage, the sheep that you want is inside."
"That's actually exactly how I wanted it!
Do you think it will need lots of grass?" "Why?"
"Because where I live everything is small."
"It will surely be enough. I gave you a small sheep."
"Is it that small?
Look, it fell asleep."
And that's how I met the little prince.
It took me a long time to understand where he came from.
The little prince who asked me lots of questions never seemed to hear
my questions.
It was the words that were pronounced randomly that slowly brought me to the light.
Then for the first time he noticed my airplane.
"What is that thing?"
"It's not a thing.
It flies,
it's an airplane,
and my airplane."
"Did it fall from the sky?" "Yes, haha."
"That's funny! So did you also fall from the sky? What planet did you
come from?"
"You come from another planet?"
"It's true that above
I couldn't of come from that far."
"Where do you come from, my little fellow?" "Huh?"
"Where is it that you live?
Where is it that you want to keep your sheep?"
"What is good,
with the cage that you gave me,
it could be used as a house."
"Of course.
And if you're nice I'll give you a leash to attach it in the day,
and a stake-" "Attach it? What a weird idea!"
"If you don't attach it it could go anywhere!" "Where do you think he'll go?"
"Well, anywhere, straight in front of him!"
"Nowhere.
It's so small where I live
that if you advance forward you can't go that far."
That's when he learned something pretty important.
It's that his home planet was hardly larger than a house.
Ah, the little prince, I understood little by little by random
about his little melancholic life.
He had a