Il Piccolo Principe (di Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)

Uno strano incontro nel deserto....

'I spent my life alone, without which nobody can talk until six years ago when I had an accident with my plane in the Sahara desert. Something had broken into the engine, and since I did not have it with me 'a mechanic, it' passenger, I accinsi alone to try to repair it.
It was a matter of life and death, because 'I had to drink water only for a week.
The first night, i slipped on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more 'isolated that a sailor abandoned in the middle of the ocean on a raft, after a shipwreck.
You can imagine my surprise to be awakened at dawn by a strange voice: "I have drawings, please, a sheep?"
"What?"
"draws a sheep."
Up standing as had been struck by lightning.
I rub my eyes more 'times looked around carefully.
And I saw an extraordinary persons I was examining with great seriousness'.

Here you can see the best portrait that I was able to make him more 'late.
But my drawing and 'much less attractive model.
The fault is not 'mine, pero'. With the discouragement that gave large, when I was six years, my career as a painter, I never learned to draw more than boa snakes from outside or boa snakes from within.
Now fixed watched the sudden apparition with eyes out for the dall'orbita wonder.
You have to think that I was a thousand miles from any inhabited region, and yet my little man did not seem lost amid the sands, it 'unconscious for fatigue, or hunger or thirst, or fear.
Nothing he gave me the impression of a child lost in the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation.
When finally able to speak asked: "But what do here?"
In response, he repeats' slowly as it were something very important:
"Please draws a sheep…"
When a mystery and 'so' overload, not dare to disobey.
To me that seemed absurd, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, tirai out of the pocket a piece of paper and pen.
But then remembered that my studies had focused on geography, history, sull'aritmetica and grammar and said to him, a little 'of malumore, I did not know draw. I replied:
"It does not matter. Draws a sheep… "
I had never designed a sheep feces and then for him one of those drawings that I had done so many times: that of the buoy from within, and I was surprised to hear me answer:
"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside the buoy. The buoy and 'very dangerous el'elefante very cumbersome. Where I live everything and 'very small. I need a sheep: draws a sheep. "
I did the drawing.
The look 'carefully, and then said: "No! This ewe and 'ill. Fammene another. "
I did another drawing.

My friend smiled graciously, with indulgence.
"You can see it yourself," he said, "that this is not 'a sheep.
It 'a ram. He horns. "
Rifeci drawing a third time, but was refused as the previous ones.
This' too old. I want a sheep can live that long. "
This time my patience was exhausted, I hurry to put in place my engine. pulled June 'quarter design.
And tirai out this explanation:
"This' only his cassette. The sheep you seek is inside. "
I was very surprised to see the face of my little light court. "This' just what I wanted.
Do you think this sheep should 'have a lot' grass? "
"Why '?"
"Why 'where I live, everything and' very small…"
"We will 'certainly enough grass for her, and' Tiny the sheep you I date."
It chino 'design:
"Not this' small - oh, look! -- And 'put to sleep… "
It was so 'faeces that knowledge of the little prince.