Pitty stories in "O Pequeno Príncipe Preto", written by Rodrigo França, with illustrations by Juliana Barbosa Pereira, from Editora Nova Fronteira. And it starts like this. .
. "To all my ancestry, with respect and gratitude. " The Planet of the Little Black Prince On a tiny planet lives a black boy with a baobab tree.
The boy is very fond of watering the Baobá, which is his only companion. - You're just listening to me, but you ca n't see me. I'm behind a tree trunk, the Baobab tree.
It's a beautiful, huge, giant tree. I'm with open arms trying to get her involved, but I can't. It would take two, three, four.
. . Lots of people.
Embracing the Baobab is an exchange of strength, of energy. Do you know when the battery is low? So I come here and reload.
Ah, I forgot: I am the Prince of this planet. Baobá said I'm the Little Prince. She is the Great Princess.
This planet is so small that we can only fit the two of us here. Soon we will be three. Compared to a planet called Earth, here it's so small it looks like a grain of sand.
There are other planets spread across this infinite Universe. I know some, but my dream is to meet them all, one by one. Know who lives in these places and what they do.
While I do this, I leave the seed of Baobá, because I want to spread around what is most precious to me: her and UBUNTU. It was a promise I made to Baobab. But to get out of here, I need to take advantage of the winds, which only appear once in a while.
So when they appear, I go flying, flying. I don't know who came first. The planet or the baobab.
She is a sacred, millenary tree . It's been here for so long. .
. Baobab likes dry soil, but I water it every day with warm water. I don't like to see anyone thirsty.
Friendships should also be watered every day. Not too much water, not too little. Let me tell you a secret: once a year, in a single night, a solitary flower is born upside down, and the Baobab tree bursts with life and joy.
The flower lasts a few hours and stinks like carrion, but it's too beautiful. I think it's funny, because Baobá is the other way around. The branches are dry up, look like roots.
The leaves only sprout when it rains. It even seems to have fallen from the sky, upside down. I owe Baobab so much, you know?
Wisdom is food that feeds us. There is such a thing as ancestry. Before that tree, there was another tree, before there was another tree, and another, another and another.
. . Before me came my parents, my grandparents, my great-grandparents, my great-great-grandparents, my great-great-great-great-grandparents .
. . All were Kings, Queens.
How can today, now, exist if you don't know its past, its origin, its characteristics? That's how we know our ancestry. This is wisdom and ancestry.
My skin is the color of that soil. When I water it gets darker, chocolate color, warm coffee. The colors are different, just like crayons.
There are people who say that there is a "skin color" pencil. Like this? Skin can have so many shades.
. . I'm black!
A little lighter than some blacks and a little darker than others. It's like the color green. .
. It has dark green and light green, but neither is green anymore. I really like my color and my features.
My mouth is big and full. Look at my smile, how nice and beautiful it is! I have a potato nose.
I love potatoes and I love my nose. My eyes are dark as night. There are also light eyes, but I like my eyes the way they are.
Because they are mine. My hair is not bad. He doesn't speak ill of anyone.
Before I cut my hair very shortly, but now I'm letting it grow. I want it to stand up like the branches of Baobab. It will grow, grow, grow.
. . It will be strong, shiny, voluminous.
Look at the sky! It will be the limit. Hmm, heir of wet earth.
When it's going to rain! Good for me to be quiet here, playing music for my tree. Mine, no, I don't own anything.
I will tell a story. I was once sad here in my corner. I don't remember why.
Because sadness, if it came, it must go soon. The weather was a bit closed, there was a smell of rain, but it wasn't raining yet. There were just too many rays.
Did you know that for some, lightning is two fighting warriors? In fact, they are a warrior and a warrior: Iansã and Xangô. So every time their swords touch, it makes a huge explosion noise.
But back to my story. Suddenly, it was very windy. I looked up at the sky and saw a kite flying like a ballerina in the air.
It was my chance to fly and see other planets. Spread my seeds. So, the kite got stuck in the branches of the Baobab tree.
I excused myself and went up, up, up. When a stronger wind came, I lost my balance and Baobab couldn't hold me with its branches. I grabbed the line of the kite, which carried me farther and farther away.
Louder and louder. I was seeing my planet shrinking. Baobab getting small, tiny.
Until I saw a planet like mine, but without a tree. There was a man with a white beard, a three-foot red robe. .
. No, two, three, four meters! A huge cloak.
There was only one throne and one king. The King 's Planet The planet is a little bigger than the Little Black Prince's. The king, the only inhabitant, is very fond of giving orders.
He lives alone, because no one can put up with a person who only grumbles and is selfish. - One million, two million, three million. .
. I am so rich, but so rich, that I get tired of counting how many stars I have. It's all mine!
Here I am the owner of everything, I have everything. I mean, there's just someone left to say how beautiful and powerful I am and applaud me. It's kind of boring to applaud yourself.
I'll go back to my accounts. . .
Four million, five million. . .
What is that which comes from heaven? It's a boy in a kite! He has now fallen and is digging a hole in the ground.
What seed is that? How dare you enter MY planet without asking permission? I allow you to dare enter my planet without asking permission.
I own it all here! The most beautiful and friendly. I am rich!
Come on, boy, applaud me fervently! Why that face? Don't you want to applaud me?
All right, I order you to applaud me. But just for now. I'll give you some time to realize how majestic, irreplaceable, brilliant, smart, amazing.
. . Boy, don't sneeze on MY planet!
Alright, I let you sneeze! Do not run! Don't run around, no boy.
. . Ah, so I wish you'd run until you were tired.
What audacity! Don't sit on my throne! Wow, I'm going to get a coat, it started to wind.
I think it's going to rain. Hmm, wet earth smell. Which?
Are you leaving my planet? Who left? So go, I let you go.
But why don't you stay a little longer? I have coconuts, candies. Stay, there will be cake!
I give you a position. You will be my ambassador. No, my advisor.
But advice for what? I know everything. I don't need anyone!
I'm not kidding. How many stars do you want to stay? Once again alone, I don't know why.
One million, two million, three million. . .
Planet Earth The planet is big, much bigger than the Little Black Prince's and the King's planets. Unlike the lonely king, this planet is full of people and animals. A blue planet, home to billions of people.
Each one in a way, a color, a different way of living. - How lucky I am! It was so windy that I took advantage of it and ran.
I mean, I flew. Wow, the king talks a lot! I don't understand adults, they think they have everything, but they don't have anything.
I don't want stars, I want affection. I want a smile, I want a hug, I want to be able to talk, have a tangerine watermelon juice with a friend. If none of that exists, the stars will never be enough.
I don't want to be more anything else. A lot of time spent thinking only about you. And what about us?
! I planted a Baobab seed on that sad planet. When she grows up and becomes mute, it will be enough for the king to understand what UBUNTU is.
Then the gale took me farther away. The kite left me on a blue planet. I remembered what Baobab had told me about this planet with more water than land.
Strange, if it has more water, why is it called Earth? Baobá also told me that there were people like me in it. I had been traveling for days, alone.
I was looking for someone to befriend. When I arrived, I walked, I walked a lot, because this planet is big, you know? It's nothing!
Until I heard a very beautiful voice! But I didn't see anyone. Was it my imagination?
Fox Planet Earth - Hello! It's no use looking for me, you won't see me. I already realized it's not from here.
I saw him flying with the kite. Here I am, under the apple tree. Maybe you're afraid of me.
Maybe not. I am a fox. Ca n't play, can't run.
All because you haven't captivated me yet. Hmmm, what is this? It feels like an earthquake inside me.
Hmm, it's what made me hungry. I would like a chicken. A chicken with a bird, with vinaigrette and farofa with chicken egg.
My life is boring. I hunt chickens and men hunt me. You are a lot like the men here.
The difference is that you're still small, you have a kite and you don't have a gun. He's too young to be a fox hunter. But even so, I will stay hidden here.
You will become an adult in a sleight of hand and then start hunting fox. I don't want to become a hat, barbecue or a madam's coat. You're like a hundred thousand kids I've known.
Likewise , if you have foxes on your planet, I will be like a hundred thousand foxes. Now if you captivate me. .
. If you captivate me! If we bond with each other, then it will be different.
We will need each other. You will be for me the only one in the world. And I will be for you only fox.
It will be a sunny day on vacation. Or an afternoon eating rice pudding. But you have to be patient, day after day.
Boy, there's nothing better than sincere friendship. Now you can leave, before I get attached to you. If you think I deserve a visit from you, you can come back.
But come back right away. If you come at four in the afternoon, from three o'clock I'll start to be happy. The closer the clock hand gets closer to your arrival time, the happier I will feel.
But you better go. . .
I'll keep this meeting like a good dream. Ah, always be honest with your feelings. If you're going to captivate someone, be yourself.
Always be clear with what you feel. The word "affect" comes from affecting the other. Affect with truth.
I'm talking here, and you're in a hurry. . .
You were going to the wrong road, that way is less dangerous. It's time for your departure. Go, before nightfall.
I think I'm going to cry. I am like that, like melted butter. You travelers go and miss you.
Goodbye! Planet Earth and the Little Black Prince - I wanted to join the fox with that king, to affect each other. One has too much love and the other has too little love.
I didn't understand a thing. She said, "You're like a hundred thousand kids I've met. " No, I am not.
Whether or not people are captivated, we are unique. You can't compare yourself to any other being. I really wanted to stay long enough for us to become friends.
But I preferred to walk. In a few days, he had already left three acquaintances behind. I thought this was not good.
What was it that was moving? ! It was a being similar to me!
Only he wasn't a kid like me anymore . Adult people! "Man?
How are you? Man? !
" Did not answer! How rude! He left without talking to me.
Wow, there was one more there. "Lady? !
How are you? " There were so many, but no one spoke. No one looked the other in the eye.
Nobody spoke to me either. They wouldn't let go of small lighted boxes. It was all so fast, but it looked like they weren't taking advantage of their time.
There was no hug, no smile. "Hi! I'm the Little Prince.
. . Never mind!
" I kept thinking: I traveled so far, what for? ! So it's not worth staying here.
But how do I leave? No wind, no smell of wet earth. I wanted a gale so big, so big.
. . That I would be on my planet in seconds.
There was only one Baobab seed. There those people would need thousands of seeds, thousands of Baobabs. I would need UBUNTU.
I felt so alone, I just wanted to go home. Embrace the Baobab, recharge your energy. Why do we grow?
To lose dreams, stop seeing stars. Time seems to run out of them. How do you enjoy life without stopping to contemplate it?
I don't want to miss the sweet smell of life. Because, to me, life tastes like guava and cheese. I also like pigweed and quindim.
Then I walked until the sole of my shoe took off. I walked so much that I seemed to have gone around the planet. And look, this planet wasn't the size of mine.
I was thinking about those adults looking like they didn't have dreams. Until I started to hear smiles. Erês laughter.
So many children! Some had weird heavy balls on their backs. "Where are you going?
" "To school! " They responded! They just ran, playing only with electronic games.
The dolls and dolls didn't look like most children. And most kids looked like me. There was color for a boy and color for a girl.
Hey, color is color. Can you believe that the games were also separate? !
They didn't call each other by name, but by nicknames that gave them sadness. Children did not live free, the school had high walls and bars. "Can I play with you?
" Some laughed at my accent and the way I dressed. "He speaks singing. " "Remember who's lazy voice.
" "Your outfit is so weird, it's not a boy's outfit. " "You don't seem like the norm. " "What is normal?
" They wanted to touch my hair, without asking permission. "Don't touch my hair! " The strangest thing was that they weren't united, all the games were disputed.
They were simply to compete. "May the best win," they said. There was the owner of the ball, and everyone had to do it his way.
"The ball is mine. If they don't choose me, I won't lend it. " I remembered the king, who counted stars and was sad.
He didn't want those kids to grow up like him or like those adults running out of time. Then I yelled: "UBUNTU! " Everyone stopped to find out what UBUNTU meant .
I took a basket full of candy and placed it under a tree. I called the children and said: "When I say 'now', you should run to the basket. Whoever arrives first will win all the bullets.
" I said "already"! They ran, pushed each other, some got hurt and others cheated. Once again I yelled "UBUNTU!
" "Why don't you join hands and go together and together? Why don't you make UBUNTU? I am because we are!
UBUNTU means 'we for us'! If you go like this, together and together, everyone will win the bullets. Everyone will be winners.
How can one of you be happy if everyone else is sad, no bullets? " The children looked at each other and hugged. That place was beginning to fill me with hope.
I decided to plant the last Baobab seed. Suddenly a smell of wet earth. I knew that a gale was coming.
I had to hurry, because kite doesn't go with rain. I said goodbye to my new friends. I was already full of homesickness for Baobá, for the planet, for home.
The kite took me high. "Goodbye, my friends. See you one day.
You are beautiful, strong! You can be anything you want: astronaut, teacher, engineer, actor, prince and princess. Oh, and never stop dreaming, looking at the stars.
Modupé, thank you! " Back - And finally, I got home! I think I travel to miss here and come back happier.
Valuing every corner, every detail. Blessing, Baobab! That's how I do it when I come back: I ask for my blessing.
I had so much to tell Baobab. I had met so many people. Each one in their own way, with their fears, their joys and their rush.
But deep down inside. . .
All wanting love. And I told her how that had been the biggest adventure of my life. He had left his seeds in very special places, just as I had promised.
Only they are gone. Baobá had told me that she couldn't give me more. Many people and many places would need empathy, affection, affection and respect.
Where would I get more seeds? Then I noticed she was silent. I was so weak, even with all the water I had left.
Baobá was crying like an Oxum waterfall. The time was coming! I loved her so much!
Baobab told me that, even though it lasted for millennia, she would one day leave. It would be my ancestry. Said another tree would come.
And that when I missed her I was just looking at the stars. She was going, so that another tree could sprout on the ground. My heart sank, but I always remember she's up there in Orun, watching over me.
She has rediscovered our ancestors. Deep down, when the ones we love leave, they become enchanted and live inside us, in our hearts. Olorun kosi pure - May he be at peace.
My story ended like this: when Baobá left, I looked down and saw a seedling on the ground. Another Baobab! A little Baobab tree!
I started to water it, so that it would generate lots and lots of seeds. Now, when the next gale comes. .
. UBUNTU! (singing) Palm for the little story.
. . Palm for the little story.
. . she is.
. . so cute!
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