This is the story of a little princess, who wanted to find her own way in life. She was surrounded by a loving family and all possible luxury, but yet it felt like some kind of prison. One day, she meets a mystic, Puer, who convinces her to listen to her heart. If she is willing to follow him to discover her intuitivity, she will find her own path. So she does and finally Puer leaves her alone, in the company of his magic flying horse, named 'Silvery Horse' . So far, this story was given to me by a dear Italian philosopher. From here, Nuria's stories are flowing from my pencil into your pc - Nuria said Addio, Addio to Puer.
Sometimes mysterious messages are blowing in the wind. The little princess who decided to leave her warm family, her comfortable life and her father’s kingdom had received such a message in her heart.
Now that she had become a traveler, only accompanied by her loyal Silvery Horse, Nuria knew that she had made the right decision, although in the beginning she had feared a little discomfort. This way of life fulfilled her with happiness. Living in freedom was the best thing ever happened to her. And wasn’t life itself the best education one could get?
The princess met good and honest people, traveling around she learnt to discover new landscapes, to speak in many languages and to taste unknown meals.
In her memory she collected beautiful and rich experiences which made her turn into a wise woman to whom little children loved to come, asking her to tell them a story.
One day, when she rested a while under an ancient oak, a little boy approached to her. He looked funny with arms and feet too large for his body, round wondering blue eyes and light-brown curly hair.
‘Hello’, the little boy said, ‘who are you?’ The princess smiled gently and answered: ‘Hello little boy, my name is Nuria and I am traveling around together with my loyal horse. And who are you?’
The little boy only said: ‘Why’.
‘What why?’, the princess said, ‘I am asking for your name’. Again the little boy said ‘Why’.
Was this an answer or a question? The princess looked at her horse, as if he could give her advice but the horse was paying no attention at all. He was just grasping some fresh green grass.
So the princess decided that the boy had given an answer. ‘Aha, your name is Why. This is an interesting name.’ Why nodded deeply and said ‘Coca Cola Soda Soda’. Then he took place next to the princess and asked: ‘Why are you traveling?’ ‘Why are you riding on a silvery horse?’ ‘Why don’t you ask why my name is why’? ‘And why don’t you wear a blue dress?’
Now that she had become a traveler, only accompanied by her loyal Silvery Horse, Nuria knew that she had made the right decision, although in the beginning she had feared a little discomfort. This way of life fulfilled her with happiness. Living in freedom was the best thing ever happened to her. And wasn’t life itself the best education one could get?
The princess met good and honest people, traveling around she learnt to discover new landscapes, to speak in many languages and to taste unknown meals.
In her memory she collected beautiful and rich experiences which made her turn into a wise woman to whom little children loved to come, asking her to tell them a story.
One day, when she rested a while under an ancient oak, a little boy approached to her. He looked funny with arms and feet too large for his body, round wondering blue eyes and light-brown curly hair.
‘Hello’, the little boy said, ‘who are you?’ The princess smiled gently and answered: ‘Hello little boy, my name is Nuria and I am traveling around together with my loyal horse. And who are you?’
The little boy only said: ‘Why’.
‘What why?’, the princess said, ‘I am asking for your name’. Again the little boy said ‘Why’.
Was this an answer or a question? The princess looked at her horse, as if he could give her advice but the horse was paying no attention at all. He was just grasping some fresh green grass.
So the princess decided that the boy had given an answer. ‘Aha, your name is Why. This is an interesting name.’ Why nodded deeply and said ‘Coca Cola Soda Soda’. Then he took place next to the princess and asked: ‘Why are you traveling?’ ‘Why are you riding on a silvery horse?’ ‘Why don’t you ask why my name is why’? ‘And why don’t you wear a blue dress?’
What was going on here? This little guy could ask more questions in a second than princess’ horse could eat oat. ‘Why do I hear this silence? Why don’t you talk to me anymore?’, Why continued.
Silvery Horse had finished his meal and sauntered towards his mistress. Now he joined the conversation. His warm soft lips whispered in her ear: ‘The one who does not know, and does not know that he does not know, is a fool – avoid him * The one who does not know and knows that he does not know, is a child – teach him * The one who knows, and not knows that he knows, is asleep – wake him * but the one who knows, and know that he knows, is a wise man – follow him ……* he had read this in a very old holy book.
‘Why am I asking questions all the time?’ Now the crystal clear voice of little Why rested.
‘Tell him’, Silvery Horse whispered and so the princess did. ‘You know, my dear Why, you are asking because you want to learn. You are discovering life and life is a mystery for most of us. I am still learning too. We are just little drops of water floating together in a mighty ocean. Beneath us there are powerful streams and rocky grounds that give way to our destination. That’s what I learned from the books in my father’s Royal Library.’
Again the child said very loudly: ‘Coca Cola Soda Soda!!! ‘Coca Cola Soda Soda!!!’ as if he could not say anything else when not having a new question.
The princess kissed little Why’s forehead. ‘It is time for me to go. I am following my soul and I have still a long way to go. You are on the right way, little Why, one day you might be a very wise man teaching others.’ But the boy did not answer. He had turned into his inner self thinking things over.
And princess? She galloped away on Silvery Horse, finding her new destination.
Coca Cola Soda Soda! ***************************************************************************
The princess kissed little Why’s forehead. ‘It is time for me to go. I am following my soul and I have still a long way to go. You are on the right way, little Why, one day you might be a very wise man teaching others.’ But the boy did not answer. He had turned into his inner self thinking things over.
And princess? She galloped away on Silvery Horse, finding her new destination.
Coca Cola Soda Soda! ***************************************************************************
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