For those who would not read the comments, I wanted à rendre hommage ici aux mystérieux anonyme qui m'a laissé la dernière fois une contribution précieuse que voici.
Mais qui es-tu donc mystérieux anonyme ?
Le trésor du Baobab (Conte africain, Henri Gougaud, L’arbre aux trésors)
Un jour de grande chaleur, un lièvre fit halte dans l’ombre d’un baobab, s’assit sur son train et contemplant au loin la brousse bruissante sous le vent brûlant, il se sentit infiniment bien. "Baobab, pensa-t-il, comme ton ombre est fraîche et légère dans le brasier de midi "" He lifted his nose to the powerful branches. The leaves began to shiver with delight, happy thoughts that rose friendly towards them. The hare laughs, seeing them happy. He stood for a blissful moment, then winked and slamming the language, made merry malice: "Verily, your shadow is good," he said. Certainly better than your fruit. I do not want to speak ill, but one that hangs over my head told me all the air an addition of warm water. The baobab, vexed to hear and doubt his taste, after the compliment which had opened her soul to the game pricked He dropped her fruit in a tuft of grass. Le lièvre le flaira, le goûta, le trouva délicieux. Alors il le dévora, s’en pourlécha le museau, hocha la tête. Le grand arbre, impatient d’entendre son verdict, se retint de respirer. "Ton fruit est bon, admit le lièvre." Puis il sourit, repris par son allégresse taquine, et dit encore : "Assurément, il est meilleur que ton coeur. Pardonne ma franchise : ce coeur qui bat en toi me paraît plus dur qu’une pierre".Le baobab, entendant ces paroles, se sentit envahi par une émotion qu’il n’avait jamais connue. Offrir à ce petit être ses beautés les plus secrètes, Dieu du ciel, il le désirait, mais, tout à coup, quelle peur il avait de les dévoiler au grand jour ! Lentement, il entrouvrit son écorce. Alors apparurent des perles en colliers, des pagnes brodés, des sandales fines, des bijoux d’or. Toutes ces merveilles qui emplissaient le coeur du baobab se déversèrent à profusion devant le lièvre dont le museau frémit et les yeux s’éblouirent. "Merci, merci, tu es le meilleur et le plus bel arbre du monde," dit-il, riant comme un enfant comblé et ramassant fiévreusement le magnifique trésor.Il s’en revint chez lui, l’échine lourde de tous ces biens. Sa femme l’accueillit avec une joie bondissante. Elle déchargea à la hâte de son beau fardeau, revêtit pagnes et sandales, jewelry adorned her neck and went out into the bush, looking forward to it to admire its companion. She met a hyena. This carrion, dazzled by the enviable wealth that came before him, went immediately to the lair of the hare and asked him where he had found these beautiful ornaments which his wife was wearing. The other told him what he had said and done, in the shadow of baobab.La hyena ran to the eyes on, eager for the same property. She played the same game The baobab that the joy of hare had greatly pleased, once again was pleased to give its freshness, then the music of its foliage and its flavor fruit, then the beauty of his heart. But when the bark is split, the hyena fell upon the wonders as a prey, and fumbling claws and fangs the depths of the big tree to wrest even more, she began to scold him: "And in thy womb, what is there? I also want to devour your entrails! I want all of you, to your roots! I want it all, do you hear? "The baobab, injured, torn, took fright, soon closed over his treasures and the hyena returned unsatisfied and angry mumbles forêt.Depuis to this day she is desperate to illusory pleasures in animals died she meets, without ever hearing the breeze that soothes the mind simple. As for the baobab, it will not open his heart to anyone. He is afraid. It must include: the evil that was done to him is invisible, but inguérissable.En truth, the hearts of men is similar to that tree prodigious full of wealth and benefits. Why does it open so small when it opens? What he remembers hyena?
October 23, 2007 4:51:00 p.m.
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