I\u2019m not sure I understand
\nthe will-o\u2019-the-wisp,
\nthat rushes into town
\nwith her little bird beside her.
\nMaman, why can\u2019t we rest?
\nher baby asks.
\nMaman looks into the shadows.
\nWe\u2019re almost there dear,
\njust a little more.
\nAnd the night parts as they run,
\nand the story of Au Chocolate begins.<\/p>\n
Love, betrayal,
\nthe sadnesses of life multiplied,
\nand the marvelous chocolates
\nMaman makes.
\nA story of magic consequences
\nand how people find their way,
\nblindly,
\nthrough the Braille of the world,
\nfate redeeming broken love.
\nPeople looking for the lost parts
\nof themselves.<\/p>\n
And the story weaves tragedy and destiny
\ninto openings.
\nMaman, can we stay this time?
\nthe little girl asks
\nthe will-o\u2019-the-wisp,
\npausing,
\nhovering between some last place
\nand the one ahead.
\nThe morning is rising.
\nMaman stops her eternal search
\nto give her bird a home.
\nFulfilling something of herself,
\ncreature of a strange wind
\nfleeing from the storm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m not sure I understand the will-o\u2019-the-wisp, that rushes into town with her little bird beside her. Maman, why can\u2019t we rest? her baby asks.…<\/p>\n