Anglès nivell intermedi
The most remote village on the planet
That day, the dawn shined more serenely in the most remote village on the planet.
With that feeling, the mayor arrived at the town hall. She had to clarify a few details with the opposition leader before the plenary session.
- Milk? - she heard.
Perhaps she had called him too early. She apologised.
- Oops, light plus.
Trying to rectify, she added:
- Oily beetle.
The leader replied indignantly:
- Lilies! Foreskin! Oops!
They both hung up at the same time. Had they gone mad?
Within a few hours, nothing in the village obeyed the act of being named.
Panic spread among the villagers: reality had refused to continue to be named in a plundering way.
At dusk, they gathered to agree on the essential words… if reality agreed to be so named.
With each object or image they renamed, they seemed to be reborn, and so was the moon.
At dawn they realised that they needed to name a new emotion: the smile with which life looked at them again.
After a long silence, someone said “Peace”.