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Now, it was the father’s
turn again to tell his children a tale and he wanted to make them aware of
the beauty of art.
A memory
Miguelito, the monkey,
was walking through the narrow streets of the town protected against the hot
sun and rain alike by balconies hanging over far to the opposite houses
nearly covering the sky. He had just arrived and was looking for shelter and
some banana soup to fill his growling stomach. As it was getting dark, fewer
and fewer people were on the streets and as the moon came up, he soon found
himself totally alone.
His legs were tired, so
he sat down, took his guitar and began to play silently. Who was asleep wouldn’t
hear him, only one listening carefully could perceive his gentle voice.
Often, he looked up to
make certain that at least the moon would lend him its ear. He had been
playing for some time when he noticed that something was covering the moon
because a light shadow fell over his guitar.
However, each time he
looked up the shadow quickly disappeared. Therefore, he continued to play
hoping he would get a glimpse of the person causing the shadow.
Then, a basket was
lowered down on a rope with a blanket and some food in it. Quietly, he sang
another song accompanied by his guitar, took the presents from the basket and
slowly went away to look for a place to sleep.
The next evening, he had
still not found a place for himself in the town, so he went to the balcony
where he had been so well received the day before and played some tunes
again. Once more, a shadow appeared over his guitar and after some time, the
basket was lowered with some food and drink in it.
This went on for around a
month. Each time he sang and played silently under the balcony, he received
some food and drink. His music was never too loud as to disturb anybody
because he only played and sang for one person whom he never saw.
Then one day, the basket
contained not only food and drink but also a roll of canvas and a letter
saying, “you inspired me. Keep this in memory!” He unrolled the canvas and
the portrait of a young girl could be seen on a painting with the loveliest
smile in the world, nevertheless the eyes were his own. It was like a
unification between him and the unknown her. He was not only a musician but a
painter as well and instantly recognized the quality of the work, the
brushwork, the choice of the colours. Did he sing and play for a princess of
beauty or maybe a godly muse?
The next day, as he was
walking on the street, two guards stopped him. First, he was afraid when they
told him to follow them. Even the people around him looked at him with
suspicious eyes, as if they wanted to say, “now, you stranger! You will get
your punishment!” There was no chance of escaping; he had to follow the
guards.
They brought him to the
palace of the queen. At the entrance, he was handed over to a servant who
ordered him to enter a big hall and sit down. This chamber was richly
decorated and many paintings, especially portraits, were hanging on the
walls. But non of those pictures resembled the quality of the canvas, he had
received the evening before.
Then a large hinged door
opened and he was called in. In front of him at the other side of the wide
hall, there were a big throne and some smaller seats beside and below it. He
tried to discern whether one of those females there was the one having painted
the canvas for him, but all except the queen wore veils so that only their
eyes could be seen.
The queen asked him to
play and sing as silently as he had done in the street at night. She and her
company were delighted by his music and so he became first musician of the
court. After a time, his talent as a painter and architect were discovered.
He was highly appreciated
at the court for all his lifetime and when he died, the canvas was found in
his rooms.
Today, the painting can
be seen in the museum by the name of “Mona Lisa”.
The children were
delighted be the tale of their father and fell asleep with a lovely smile on
their faces.
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Sunday, 24 November 2019
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