Last night I was discussing with some friends a Jean Kilbourne video, where she criticizes the social pressure upon women due to imposed aesthetical categories.
I woke up thinking of La Rosa. It is a short story published in the "Gazette von San Vito" by a little girl of Trieste, Monica Favaretto, in May 1973. Claudio Magris discovered it and published it in his marvelous book Danube:
La Rosa era felice. Andava d'accordo con gli altri fiori. Un giorno, la Rosa si senti appasita e stava per morire. Vide un fiori di carta e gli disse:
- Che bella rosa sei!
- Mai io sono un fiore di carta.
- Ma sai che sto per morire?
La Rosa era morta e non parló più.
A rough translation to English:
The Rose was happy. She got on well with all the other flowers. One day the Rose felt that she was wilting and about to die. She saw a paper flower and said to her:
- ¡What a lovely rose you are!’- But I am a paper flower.– But don’t you realize I am dying?
The Rose was already dead and spoke no more.
Foto: Isabeli Fontana by Tom Munro (2008)