FORBIX IL PARRUCCHIERE DAL TOCCO D’ARTISTA

Nel centro della città di Tagliaspunta, tra negozi di generi vari, c’è un parrucchiere di nome Forbix, per donne, uomini, ragazzi e bambini — ma non troppo piccoli.

Forbix non è un semplice parrucchiere: possiede un tocco magico d’artista. Le sue forbici sono d’argento e, mentre tagliano, sussurrano storie. Il suo pettine d’avorio fa brillare i capelli e il suo phon non soffia aria, ma sogni. Nella sua postazione di taglio diventa un mago: le forbici, guidate dalla sua mano, svolazzano fra i capelli e, tocco dopo tocco, voilà, il risultato è perfetto.

Un giorno l’albero che stava davanti al suo negozio disse a Forbix:

“Tu sei un artista e io sono stanco della mia chioma di foglie arruffate. Mi piacerebbe rimettermi a nuovo,” sospirò, “e poi ti farei una bella pubblicità.”

Il parrucchiere non se lo fece ripetere due volte: si spostò all’aria aperta con le sue forbici incantate.

Girando intorno all’albero con l’estro di un genio, dopo alcuni colpi decisi, spuntò i rami e trasformò le foglie secche in coriandoli d’argento che il vento portò via. L’albero apparve più splendente e vivo come non era mai stato, con le verdi foglie che lo adornavano come riccioli intrecciati.

Il mattino seguente, due bambini — Sara e David — giocherelloni come erano, saltellavano sul marciapiede, quando videro l’albero così elegante, di buon umore, e le sue foglie fischiettavano gioiose.

Sara aveva i capelli ricci come nuvolette d’estate, David li aveva spettinati come un piccolo porcospino.

Avvicinandosi, in coro gli domandarono:

“Chi è stato l’artista che ha fatto tutto questo?”

L’albero rispose: “Il parrucchiere Forbix.”

“Ci piacerebbe andare anche a noi, le nostre capigliature sono arruffate e avrebbero bisogno di una bella aggiustata. Le nostre mamme ce lo dicono oramai da un bel pezzo.

“Allora e' meglio che gli date retta. Vai, vai, entrate.” Li incoraggiò l’albero, sussurrando.

Per primo, inciampando nello scalino di marmo, entrò David, seguito da Sara che salutava sorridendo.

Forbix, da buon osservatore, li fece accomodare e, passando le sue mani tra i capelli uno alla volta, piano piano iniziò a tagliare con le sue forbici magiche. Il pettine accarezzava i capelli che iniziarono a brillare e, con il phon, sogni volavano intorno insieme alle storie sussurrate. Guardandosi nello specchio, i loro volti si illuminarono con un gran sorriso, mentre il parrucchiere, a sua volta soddisfatto, gli faceva l’occhiolino.

Sara e David ringraziarono felici con un inchino e un saluto. Sul marciapiede fecero un allegro girotondo intorno all’albero sui cui rami si erano posati alcuni uccellini canterini, che fecero un concertino, insieme alle foglie e ai bambini.

La vera magia di Forbix non è solo nei suoi strumenti del mestiere che usa con la passione di un artista, ma anche nella capacità di ascoltare e donare un sorriso.

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FORBIX — THE HAIRDRESSER WITH AN ARTIST’S TOUCH

In the heart of the town of Tagliaspunta, nestled among shops of all kinds, there’s a hairdresser named Forbix, for women, men, teenagers, and children — though not too little. Forbix is no ordinary hairdresser: he has the magical touch of an artist. His scissors are made of silver and, as they cut, they whisper stories. His ivory comb makes hair shine, and his hairdryer doesn’t blow air — it blows dreams.

At his cutting station, he becomes a magician: the scissors, guided by his hand, flutter through the hair and, touch after touch — voilà! — the result is perfect.

One day, the tree standing in front of his shop said to Forbix:

“You are an artist, and I’m tired of my tangled mop of leaves. I’d love a little makeover,” it sighed, “and I’d make a great advertisement for you.”

The hairdresser didn’t need to be asked twice: he stepped outside with his enchanted scissors.

Circling the tree with the flair of a genius, after a few confident snips, he trimmed the branches and turned the dry leaves into silver confetti that the wind carried away. The tree looked more radiant and alive than it had ever been, with fresh green leaves adorning it like braided ringlets.

The next morning, two children — Sara and David — playful as ever, were hopping along the sidewalk when they saw the tree, so elegant and in a good mood, its leaves joyfully whistling.

Sara had curls like little summer clouds, and David’s hair stuck up like a tiny hedgehog.

As they came closer, they asked in unison:

“Who’s the artist who did all this?”

The tree replied: “The hairdresser, Forbix.”

“We’d love to go too! Our hair is all messy and really needs a good fix. Our moms have been saying so for quite a while now.”

“Well then, you’d better listen to them. Go on, go in,” the tree encouraged them with a whisper.

David went in first, tripping over the marble step, followed by Sara who smiled and waved.

Forbix, ever observant, welcomed them in and, running his hands through their hair one at a time, slowly began to cut with his magical scissors. The comb gently caressed their hair, which began to shine, and with the blow-dryer, dreams swirled through the air along with whispered stories.

Looking at themselves in the mirror, their faces lit up with big smiles, while Forbix, pleased in turn, gave them a wink.

Sara and David happily thanked him with a bow and a wave.

Out on the sidewalk, they danced in a joyful circle around the tree, on whose branches little songbirds had perched — giving a cheerful concert, along with the leaves and the children.

The true magic of Forbix lies not only in the tools of his trade, which he uses with an artist’s passion, but also in his ability to listen — and bring a smile.

-- Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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