Under a quiet Sicilian moon lived The Prickly Pear without Spines. The evening moved slowly, with sea air, flower scents and tiny lights at the windows.
That night a small wonder appeared. The Prickly Pear without Spines did not hurry: The Prickly Pear without Spines looked, listened and let the night explain itself.
With one gentle gesture, The Prickly Pear without Spines discovered that accoglienza can become softer when it is welcomed calmly.
Before sleeping, The Prickly Pear without Spines kept this little thought close: even a very small light can keep us company.
The stars blinked softly, the house grew quiet, and sleep arrived like a warm blanket.
Reading ritual: Read slowly, leaving a few seconds of silence between one scene and the next.