*** The Garden Of Eden ***

The ground is quite round and turns to the turn of the sun! .

The day exists by the night of times, the é ger as the dragonfly it evaporates within firmament; Scintillating of thousands of stars, in the act é e way of the nativity, illuminating realities of the life:

By: "the color, in the harmony of the tone enchanting the Universe, by its differences "

"the child, good, sincere and generous, it is the fruit of the love in the hope; Innocent in the upheaval of the men, it is faith in the universal love and thirsty for truth to be "

"listening, of the whispers of the forest in spring, in the arc - in-sky of its colors "

"the harmonious sparkling of water, splashing in the torrent, with trout fr é tillant in the current "

* The life which goes *

The wind, wet tepid rain, slips on my similar face with caresses.

Under my sils, beaded of fine droplets, I perceive the silhouettes of the trees rising in the uniformity of the bluish gray, being spread out over the herbag é es slopes.

With my feet, the wild clover spreads out its velvety, letting rise through leaflets carrying droplets, the gilded stems of languid grasses of Italy.

For not froisser these wonders, I slip along the supplanted coppice of tufts of ronciers, splashing with squawkings to the whistles confused.

The cherry trees, buttoned purple pearls bursting through foliage, enjoy the opened mouth, like grasses, the knotty oaks, the coppices, my lungs and the least root my being, the life which we swallow in unison.

Joy in life to me enivre, and I wish that time stops there! All gently ---, pennies the quiet and piercing glance of Romeo! Emerging from grasses by fixing me, camped on its small legs with the hairs stuck and streaming.

He launches me merry yaps which let me see its white hooks and its small language dew.

My trousers glue to semi-thigh, and my feet clapotent in the sandals; My jacket of strong fabric, it also adhesive on my shoulders.

In front of me! Post yourself the harmonious tangle of the differences by the glare of the colors spreading out at the horizon their veil.

The sky is carefully posed all on the ground, and with the tepidity of the heavy shower, we go down in the stony gullies! Dreamers to be the life which goes! .

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