Monday, February 28, 2011

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Spring flowers.

The spring flowers are winter dreams told in the morning at the table angels.
Khalil Gibran
Hi, it's spring! the angel of love! Do not you guess why I'm raging drunkenness? Angel of my grandmother, my angel cradle, Do not you guess that I become a bird, let my lyre trembles and I beat the wing ...
Arthur Rimbaud


Still, sitting doing nothing, spring comes, the grass grows.
Chinese Wisdom




They can kill all the swallows, they will not prevent the coming of spring.

Proverb Afghan


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