When I go
to the brocante, I always try not to buy broken things. Today was not
exception… at least not untill I discovered these little cherubs in the bottom
of a box marked “1 euros/ piece”. I can see me holding these 2 in my hands and
thinking: “No, absolute NO, you are not going to buy these! Ofcourse they are
late Victorian, but they are so damaged! No, you can not do anything with these
ruins!”. Meanwhile, my inconscious other Me had already found 2 euros in my
pocket and was handling them to the dealer. They were bought while a part of me
was still trying to persuade me that this was not a good buy, you know with
argument like “the house is already so filled!”, “keep your money for something
better”, “they are irreparable”, “You are not going to pay that! They can only
be given for free, in such a state!”… Too late, they were bought. And found
their place as soon as I got back home, in that old concreet vase, with fallen
leaves and green moss. I love them there, even with their broken wings. Aren’t
they lovely? They might well stay there for a while, even after Haloween…
Dear little
angel, never never never loose hope and faith! Even with broken wings, there is
a lovely place for you in this world…
