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The rose, timidity and
the guitar
Once upon a time, there
was a guitar player. He played so wonderfully that the plants and the animals
around him began to smile, when he played happy music and to cry when he
played melancholic music.
There was also a rich
girl for whom he played but she didn't like him because he was poor. Every
evening, he played under her balcony but she never replied to his music.
In the street, a bit
further down, another girl lived in a poor house. This girl was very shy, but
she adored the music of the poor musician. When he played for the rich girl,
the poor girl always sat at her window and listened. But when he had finished
his concert for the rich girl and went home, the poor girl always disappeared
from her window, so that the guitar player never knew that she loved his
music.
Then, one day, it was
announced in town that the rich girl would marry a rich man. The poor guitar
player was so sad that he came to town no more and the poor girl missed his
music very much. The guitar player stayed in his house in the forest and
played his bleeding heart out. For three nights, the poor girl waited for the
guitar player's music but he didn't come.
Then she decided to find
the house of his. She didn't have to search much because the animals and
trees showed her the way. Already from far, she could hear the wonderful
music and when she approached the house, she could see the guitar player
sitting on a bench in front of his house.
From then on, she went
there every night to listen but never dared to show herself. The desire to
come nearer to him and maybe to touch him grew so big in her that she wished
to always stay there.
But how to achieve this
aim without being seen by him? Nature came to her help and converted her into
a rose bush. Directly behind the bench, she was stuck and instantly was a
bright rose bush.
At first, the guitar
player was very surprised to see the rose bush behind his bench but then he
was very pleased by the idea to play for these roses so beautiful. For a long
time the guitar player played for the roses and slowly forgot the rich girl.
Even the roses became more and more brave and one day the rose bush just put
its branches so close around him like arms.
The guitar player was so
sunken in his music that at one moment, he kissed one of the flowers.
Suddenly, the rose bush became the poor girl again with her arms around him
and she was shy no longer.
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Friday, 18 October 2019
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