19 Giugno 2017

The Knife

Posted in Racconti

una fiaba pensata in inglese

Once upon a time there was an unhappy knife. He was tired of cutting things in that old dirty house in which he lived. So, one winter morning, he jumped into the fireplace and liquefied himself.

Once upon a time there was an unhappy knife. He was tired of cutting things in that old dirty house in which he lived. So, one winter morning, he jumped into the fireplace and liquefied himself.

 The knife become seven little forks, seven little knives, and seven little spoons. A mother saw the little cutlery and gave it to her daughter, who played with the new gift for a few days, until she broke some of the little forks, knives and spoons. And so she threw all the cutlery into a fire in the garden, where the dry leaves were burning. Meanwhile the spring wind blew.

The knife became a knife again, but he felt better now: he could open doors, sing songs, tell stories and many other things.

A child saw him among the ashes and cleaned him. The child didn't have anything, only that knife. He protected her from a bad guy, opened for her a heavy door and at night he told her stories.

Time went by and the knife taught the child to read and sing. And so the child grew up and became a young lady and then a woman. Now the old knife was dying and while he was exhaling his final breaths, he thought about his life and felt happy: he was born a cold knife and now he was dying as an older brother.

(supervisione inglese di Carla Dentamaro)