Who knows what kind of love Fate has in store for us? Not even the seller of cupids knows. She sits in the market place, a little aloof, and from her basket pulls out the little cupids, holding them by the wings. Please, madam, take a cupid.
It may cost regrets, tears and suffering or if you are lucky, endless joys, ecstasy. Someday, God forbid, he might stop fluttering around and come back to me mournful and gloomy and I will have to wipe his tears and blow his nose into my clean handkerchief. You don't know which one to choose? Pick one at random, the one you like best or ask your friend for advice.
Take it from me who have experience, take it now when you are young and beautiful with a heart full of hope, don't wait for maturity when the first wrinkles will furrow your face, now you have more energy to face it. How do you say? How did I become a seller of cupids? It's a long story, my mother sold cupids and my grandmother too, you have to be brought up to it. It's not like selling chickens or fruit.
These cupids must be lured with flattery and promises, you cannot keep them locked up in a basket, they must come of their own free will and are demanding. Think that this temple-like cage was built by a blind carpenter, it is wood from the island of Cyprus, where Venus was born. Can you smell the perfume? It is cedar, it intoxicates the cupids, it revives their spirit. See how shiny their wings are? Once a month I wax the bees that live at the foot of Mount Olympus, those sacred to Artemis goddess of hunts and amorous games. What are you waiting for? Have one. Here, look at this little rascal, he has already climbed into your lap, maybe it is a sign!
- The work: The Seller of Cupids. Meissen Manufactory 1790-1800. Accorsi-Ometto Foundation Turin
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