The Unfinished Book
To my little cousins so she can save everyone when they are alone:
The reader was holding it,
the story was almost finished,
the adventures had been amazing,
full of action, adventures, comedy and even love
The woman had become part of the story,
she knew every character,
their mind and feelings,
even their darkest secrets
She had been the compannion,
the one who is always beside them
She saw what the characters saw,
felt, what the characters felt
It was almost at the end,
the climax had come to an end,
But suddenly...
She left it
There, beside a magazine,
the book stood still
waiting to be finished...
But the small book did not loose hope,
the woman didn’t finished the story
she must be wondering the end
And at any moment she will return
The page is waiting
four hundred and fifthty four;
ten more pages
and the story would end
But still the book waited
The misstress of the house
the one that cleans the place
grabbed the book and hide it...
Deep inside the bookshelter
between bigger books
the little adventure waited
just ten more pages 'till the end
The book lost every hope,
the dust covered its pages
except for one:
four hundred and fifthty four
The unfinished last chapter
where every character ended his story
Where the misterys that followed from the beggining
were unfonld to cause surprise and amaze
But the years passed
The book tocuhed hands
but just to be moved,
waiting and waiting
When its pages where rusty
when the cover was dirty
When the papaer began to loose its color
a hand grabbed it, and opened it
The hand wasn’t from the woman
it was a soft and small hand
a hand that moved the pages slowly
with some sweet eyes full of curiosity
It was a young girl
She read the title
Her curiosity was inmmense
She wondered about the inside adventures
The page turned:
from four hundred and fifthty four
to page number one,
to the first chapter
And she began,
the pages moved slowly at the beginning
but as the story continued
they moved faster
A week passed and finally:
page four hundred and fifthty four arrived;
the book was afraid
it was afraid of being abandoned
But the little girl kept reading
the page passed and nothing happened
nothing but an anxious face
a face that wants to know the end
And finally,
after waiting a full week
the girl knows the end
she smiles
And keeps smiling,
at the same time, the page four hundred and sixty four is read
the book is finished, and it’s returned to the place he was before
But it doesn’t matter, because it returns proud...
(2012)
This is a sweet story, and expresses how often children save us. When we are dusty and surrounded by bigger books, they always see us as mighty as we are. They don't care about the physical size, they care about the adventure that waits inside. It's something to think about...
Happened to "Les Miserables" in my house, although I'm not a little girl, it really happened, and it feels good haha
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