A long time ago, there was a princess. He descended into the world in the form of a cat. Of a beauty that few eyes could see.
One day she was expelled and disowned by his house.
He wandered wandering, until he caught sight of a small house, he saw a small ronin. With his eyes he realized that the home and the heart of man were
always open for pilgrims like her.
She sat at the door and looked inside.
The ronin he saw her and it was love at first sight.
He told her that he too was a stranger in the world, but it had built a small house in the garden and he would have been happy if she had accettatato as a refuge,
and if he had accepted his love, food, water and clothes shared with her.
She accepted and thanked him. It was autumn.
The ronin took his cup, his bowl, his blanket and his sweater.
He adapted the small but comfortable house, put his cup and bowl, with the blanket
and sweater made of a bed for Winter comfort her, to give her the summer coolness.
But one day, after two years, unexpectedly he disappeared.
For long seven years the ronin sought her every day at sunrise and sunset on the ridges risarsi sought it from the sun or frost.
Until one day he came to her door. As if it was not spent a single day.
He hugged her and told her that her house was clean and tidy, was waiting for her.
Then, he spent the time, the ronin was marked by the events of life, both lived another two years.
Then in winter the man began to feel chilled to the bone, but not glimpsed the horizon dark mounds, but he felt that this year had not come the winter spirit, as every year. One day, a terrible storm broke out.
The princess fell under a dark shadow, began to lose herself, she wandered under the hard rain, incessant rain that digging the skin corrodes bones and eats you inside,
trying to smother the light.
The ronin did not see her and desperately searched for her day and night,
He felt an ominous sign. He found himself in a storm. Confused, bent, without strength. The he reported gently in the house, in his refuge.
She wiped her all day, never stopped talking to her, to pray in their own way.
But the rain fell harder and harder, hard, relentless and merciless.
The man made a shield with himself, protected her, she tried to protect her, while the rain pierced his clothes and his skin, gnawed bones and heroding his spirit, making deaf and blind and empty.
In the darkest moment the man tried desperately to help.
Even though she knew it was too late.
In its total annihilation and bruised, he felt that someone was trying to give comfort
to them. A woman with an umbrella of rice paper gave temporary relief.
Thank you, the man said through tears.
Let her go, she said, do it for her.
Yes, the man said reluctantly, destroyed, then turned for a moment.
And when his gaze returned to the princess, she was gone on the terrible waves of the rain.
The man heard her whisper. He told her that he loved her.
He greeted her.
Then he remained for a long time watching her, pressed into his silence.
A silence that unites two lives.