tale 21 memory
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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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