Closed in that corner you are,
My anguished desire.
To take you home.At the awakening of the sun, when the sunflowers were facing the sunrise, did as a curious move as it could be translated by settling their hair and the masquerade, otherwise, a stiff neck. The father and the little have left the footprint. They returned home, tired (you could see in the eyes of the little girl reading, a melancholy and sadness) after a whole night at the observatory. The Father went to sleep but the child, for a moment ,refused to do so, to stop thinking. She thought of the fact that her Sunflower could die like so many others, for the lack of sun, or for a prolonged storm or air- or hormones. She was afraid of losing it, she was afraid of having to stop to admire her Sunflower with petals so pave and pointed smile. And she felt a void, which sought to increase in herself.
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Her Sunflower
Художественная прозаFor a little girl who continues to avoid the meaning of her age. A story by Sara Linari (2017)