once upon a time, there was a little prince. He lived in a very big castle in his wonderful kingdom, with all the luxuries that you could ever imagine. But a day, He died. This would be the easiest way to tell the story, for sure, and if not the easiest one, at least the most romantic.

Sometimes, the most expressive words are those we don’t say and that was what killed the little prince. He wasn’t used to speak his mind, to let his feelings show, so it wasn’t much time up to he was turned to be insensitive, distant. He always needed love, asked for it screaming although he didn’t even make a sound. He always wanted to be surrounded by people, friends maybe, that could make him feel loved. But of course, there were sometimes that it wasn’t possible, so he was the one who tried to surround other people, trying not to feel just a piece of something filling space in the world.

Many times he needed to hear “I love you” more frequently, but apart from being unable to speak, he also became deaf. Quickly he became the saddest prince ever existed in that, or any other kingdom.

He felt so sad that also became blind. Gradually, he started to stop seeing the colours of the flowers, the green of the grass, and the blue sky above. Every single thing became grey, but it wasn’t that his life were grey at all, it was just that his little sad eyes, tired of crying, stopped seeing what the world had to show.

He was blind, deaf and unable to speak, and had also met Sadness and Cold. It is not difficult to realise why he actually died. He was fine, he was happy, At least, that was what he pretended to show other people. As soon as he met Sadness and Cold again, he couldn’t avoid feeling terribly alone and disgraceful.

That is why the prince decided to let himself die. But, he didn’t die as all the people, died in his own way. In fact it wasn’t the prince the one who died, but his soul. It is amazing what being sad can do. Little by little, the prince started to dry just like the leaves of the trees in autumn, the difference is that the leaves grow up again every spring...

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once upon a time, there was a little prince. He lived in a very big castle in his wonderful kingdom, with all the luxuries that you could ever imagine. But a day, He died. This would be the easiest way to tell the story, for sure, and if not the easiest one, at least the most romantic.

Sometimes, the most expressive words are those we don’t say and that was what killed the little prince. He wasn’t used to speak his mind, to let his feelings show, so it wasn’t much time up to he was turned to be insensitive, distant. He always needed love, asked for it screaming although he didn’t even make a sound. He always wanted to be surrounded by people, friends maybe, that could make him feel loved. But of course, there were sometimes that it wasn’t possible, so he was the one who tried to surround other people, trying not to feel just a piece of something filling space in the world.

Many times he needed to hear “I love you” more frequently, but apart from being unable to speak, he also became deaf. Quickly he became the saddest prince ever existed in that, or any other kingdom.

He felt so sad that also became blind. Gradually, he started to stop seeing the colours of the flowers, the green of the grass, and the blue sky above. Every single thing became grey, but it wasn’t that his life were grey at all, it was just that his little sad eyes, tired of crying, stopped seeing what the world had to show.

He was blind, deaf and unable to speak, and had also met Sadness and Cold. It is not difficult to realise why he actually died. He was fine, he was happy, At least, that was what he pretended to show other people. As soon as he met Sadness and Cold again, he couldn’t avoid feeling terribly alone and disgraceful.

That is why the prince decided to let himself die. But, he didn’t die as all the people, died in his own way. In fact it wasn’t the prince the one who died, but his soul. It is amazing what being sad can do. Little by little, the prince started to dry just like the leaves of the trees in autumn, the difference is that the leaves grow up again every spring...