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I-Chiara

Once upon a time, there was a sailor.
A simple sailor .

And like all simple sailors,
when he was not sailing,
he was looking for a sweetheart.

Like all the others,
he was looking in ports where he stationed at the time.

Simply.

Only, this time,
he decided to do it differently.

Instead of  a port ,
he decided to go to the Hinterland,
 deep inside the country.
 

There he danced with a girl who seemed to like sailors.

And while he  was dancing with her,
well,
he experienced something new.

He felt a new sensation.
 It was like...like a light was present between their bodies;
like a sun was burning between them.

He described this to his newly found friend,
how it felt, everything.

 But she did not say anything,
she just smiled.
 

That night he looked at her differently
 and decided to give her a  name of his choosing.
He decided to call hear "Clearlight" first,
 than changed it to "Chiara" in italian
because it sounded better.

Chiara was a simple girl,
the people in her small town would have said.
Others would have said  that she was special,
and a few would have said  that she was beautiful.

To our sailor,
she was all of that:
simple, special, and beautiful.

And  our sailor was happy.
He liked it so much over there,
he spent all his vacation time with her.

Everyday that passed,
a new sensation arrived
 and more than a light between them,

he felt  now that the light had entered him,
that a sun was burning in to his heart.
 

...And his time was spent.

And now he had to leave.

He became suddenly very sad.
 

He was afraid to go
and be away far from her loving arms,

far from her musical warm voice,

her special laughs,

he did not want to be far from her kisses either,

far from her beautiful and caressing hands,

in a word:

he did not want to separate.
 
 

But it happened.
 

And there they were,
at the last moments,
on a train platform,
hugging silently,
 

when Chiara took a step back,
touched her heart with her long finger,
than his,
broke the silence and said:

"look up, a new star is born, do you see it?".

Our sailor, surprised,
 lifted  his head and looked,vaguely but,

 yes,

 there it was,

 brilliant,

shining  above his head,

 smiling at him,

 smiling at them.
 

He was so surprised,
 he had never seen a star smiling before.

His sadness disappeared at once and he said:

"Yes!, I see it."

The  sun was back burning in his heart.

Chiara then added:

" Every time you will feel sad,
Every time you will be missing me,
just look at the star,
our star.

I will look at it too,
and will send you love
 and will connect with you."
 

Our sailor returned to his boat filled with joy.
 

And there he was,
every time he was on the deck
 he was looking at his star,
their star,
and he felt good about it.

His fatigue disappeared,
he did not  felt lonely.

His heart was filled with love.

And one day,
he decided  to call his  protective star
 "Chiara"
in honor of his fiancée.
 

Chiara was his guardian angel,
his protection and showed the way.
 

The other sailors began to notice this
and felt he acted in a rather bizarre way.
They had never seen him like this before  and were a bit worried.
 

"Come on sailor, what  are you doing, what are you looking at ?"
said one

"I am looking at Chiara my lucky star"
he replied.

They  were all laughing  now and one said:
 "Come on sailor, it is cloudy tonight  and there are no stars in the sky"
 

"Can't you see it?  it is up there
just  above my head"
  he replied.
 

They laughed  again.
 

He said:
 "Well, that is the difference between you and me, I can see it!"

One said:
"He is getting crazy because he miss  is sweetheart".

Another said:
"Come on sailor, don't be sad, you will find another girl,
we sailors  have sweetheart in every port right?"
 

They were laughing louder.
 

Our sailor  remained silent.
 

"Come on",
 one said,
 "women are not worth suffering for".
 

"You don't understand,"
 he said,
 "I am not suffering".
 

"What do you get ?"
 they said
 "why are you gazing at  the sky ?".
 

"It's...it's the connection"
he said.
 

"How do you get that connection?"
one said.

"She is looking at it too,
 that is how I get the connection"
he answered back.
 

They looked at each others with an ironic smile on their faces and one said:

"Sailor, you are a kind of a poet you know?".

The whole chorus then  repeated it laughing:

"Sailor you are a kind of a poet"

then shrugged and went away.
 

Our poet-sailor remained alone on the deck
and after a moment  said to himself:

"To me it is clear, yes,
it is as clear  as you Chiara my love,
as clear as the light that is shining on me,
as clear as the star that protect me and guide my life,
as clear as the fire that does burn into my heart,
above my head and in to your heart
Chiara my love".
 

All was so quiet.
Time seemed suspended.
 

Then he felt like a presence ,
like someone came and whispered into his ear: "Yes".
 

...he  felt kissed by an angel.
 
 
 
 

II-De  Bois tendre
 

L'acajou est un bois noble  qui recouvre les beaux ouvrages.

Souvent on le plaque en  lames fines sur les bois tendres pour les ennoblir.

Sa riche texture, sa chaleur, sa douceur,
 appelle les caresses de la main.

Son grain fin et serré Josée
 ressemble à celui de ta peau.

Pourtant ,
employé dans la masse,
il alourdit l'ouvrage
et devient sujet à se fendre.

Puisse ton coeur,
 mon coeur, être autrement.
Puisse ton coeur, mon coeur,
 être fait de ce bois tendre
qui chante et dont on fait les flûtes.

Ton casque  d'acajou, lui, couronnera l'ivoire de ta peau.

Mais jamais,
 jamais,
mort de mon âme,
ton coeur
 ne puisse-t-il  devenir dur et lourd
 comme le bois  de l'acajou.

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