This version of Donkey Skin tale I was more inspired by the film Jacques Demy than in the original poem by Charles Perrault. But Demy was very close to the author, anyway. As the poem is long, I broadcast it several times ...
Donkeyskin
There was once, many moons ago
A king who had a very curious treasure
It was a donkey who made his fortune
because it transforms everything he ate gold
The monarch, happy man, boasted
one wife whose clothes singing perfection
He loved her madly, she showered her desires
When a child was born, celebrating their passion
Sixteen years passed in happiness serene
blind But Fate gives equal price
A small beggar than a great sovereign
And the queen died of pneumonia struck
But before his death, the king had to swear
to marry a woman with the only condition
she surpass the queen in grace and beauty
Man tearful promise without more thought
Point does not return the girls to their father
The king's advisers asked him immediately
to find a woman to the health of iron
Who could conceive, Finally, an heir
proposals came from the entire planet
But the monarch does not imply any suffrage
Since its progeny resembled her mother
So to it that 'he offered marriage
Before the sacrilegious many voices were raised
To protest with extreme energy
The girl in tears begging her father came
The king was stubborn, he never falters
The Princess was to sponsor a witch
Who shocked by this preposterous project,
left in haste his mysterious landmark
And gained the castle to save the ingenue
"My child, remain calm, scaffold plan
Insist that offers wedding gift in
A new dress, say, color of time
No one will ever do this work "
But the king summoned the best artisans
And the next day he was brought
A silk dress with hints if changing
Heaven fall succeeded summer
"Do not despair," cried the witch
Confess now your dissatisfaction
Say the soft white moonbeams
more suitable to your skin tone "
Fashion designers, skilled, rose to the challenge
Their work finished, they fought a present
Much more sparkling as the star of the night
The godmother angry yelling
"I can not undergo such humiliation
Introduce yourself hither to his Majesty
And pretend that only the bright sun
Blends exactly with your beauty "
tailors were once again solicited
In this dress, finally, they put all their art The fabric
blazed so brightly gilded
That could not be there long look
"Let us more scruples since the king insists
Ask him to kill her wonderful ass
And tanner for your skin this beast
This query then it will open the eyes "
The king was very surprised that her daughter, so wise
Osa ask him such a sacrifice
Yet he bowed, ignoring the message
And laid on his bed the object of his fancy
(A continued ...)
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