despite the fact that I have about a million things to do, I decided to re-read one of my favorite books--
le petit prince.
if you haven't done so already, I highly suggest you read it, either in english or in french. or both.
not only is the artwork and the imagery beautiful, but the content&the meaning behind even the seemingly simple sentences also are absolutely stunning.
even though I've read this at least ten times, I always discover something new and profound each and every read.
in this particular reading, what caught my eye was the unconditional love that the little prince has for his rose and the unspoken requited love that she has for him.
the simply sweet relationship between the naive prince, who tends to her every need, and the proud flower, who secretly loves the prince more than even her magnificent self, is so heartwarming yet so very wistful to read.
the overwhelming sense of pride that we, as people, tend to have in order to protect ourselves from getting hurt or broken is so manifest in this rose, who is unable to lift the glass globe to vulnerably show her affections for the prince until the moment when they part.
the rose definitely has to be my favorite character; I think I find some attributes of her in myself.
and after looking at pictures on googleimages, I have decided that if I ever get a tattoo, it will be a scene from the book.
ie:
ce qui embellit le desert, dit le petit prince,
c'est qu'il cache un puits quelque part...
