They are six hours of the morning and is necessary to raise, to prepare itself for the new day. The sun already bathed the glasswares, licked the walls, illuminated the pantry of the trees. I go leaving, devagarinho, fulling the eyes of pure enchanted. Eye the lilac of ' ' widower veil, the flowers of quaresma, the rose of the three Marias A kiss-flower comes to fondle estrelizas. An insolent sparrow flies levelling on the water of the swimming pool, bebericando. I stop ahead of the gate and I go pressing without will the remote control. One has perfumed if espraia for air and is bigger the will to be me ahead of my treasures. My garden is my kingdom and keeps my wealth there.

I prolongate the sluggish look and I fascinate myself ahead of the orqudeas that if had opened in the dew of the night. Pretty! When passing for the copado peach tree, I see a fruit showing off itself it the sun. He is the first one. Enterneo me ahead of it. He is a baby if developing, it is life retaking its course. Incredible what it makes the arrival of the station of the flowers. Everything is prettier, has colors and odors, the sky is bluer, the life has more attractive.

It is a time where the bloom of some species of plants occurs. It is the period where the nature is still more beautiful, presenteando the human being with colorful and perfumed flowers. The function of this bloom is the beginning of the time of reproduction of many species of trees and plants. Everything seems to renascer, trees, plants, flowers and also the people. After many rains, colds for return of the three or four degrees, the amena temperature makes with that if it keeps the dark agasalhos heavy and, in terrosos tones, and if they show lighter clothes, esvoaantes colorings, prints, handkerchiefs, scarves. We are butterflies leaving the cocoon. Thus in the life. After passing for periods where it seems that we will not obtain to load the heavy load excessively, we enter in one another one where everything is different, for better. There we perceive the hand OF It. God does not put in them to the test if we will not be able to support. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Reshma Kewalramani. As it says the popular said one: God of the cold o as the cover. It is truth well that we cannot for all the responsibility IN It. Many and many times, we pay to the price for done choices, options badly missed, wise decisions nothing. This if calls exempts will. We have this right, of enveredar for resultant ways of our proper attitudes. Also we have the right to return, to start of new, renascer. We are fruits of stations, not climatic, but spirituals, of the soul. E, we must, wisely, make of the errors lies for the future. There, we plagiarize the poet: ' ' All valley the penalty if the soul is not pequena.' ' (Fernando Person).

I declare to the hypothetical ones: Of very far it is that it comes me such stubbornness: I want to lose where the life has to swear the profit to me. That the ancestral impetus crossed millenia, was multiplied no longer minimum and of the millions of incomplete, desirous units of a pack any, lesser world where the life can human being form to acquire, here it is a success. In day twenty and eight of November of 1985 I cry, it of a child was born greater that the scared boy. Between fados and sinas I see the excesses of the destination. I had silenced the hunger when in my present body one became the derivatives of the wheat. For all life I inherited of mine a disturbance body that meagers.

The anguish had that me for absence yours, perhaps. For the rejoicing of that one, I learned culinria, I cultivated seeds for the joy of the beings, I did not play in the soil. I prevented aversion, so that thus the anger of the men of Einstein sleeps. When younger, I fed street dog. I needed godfather. E, walking alone, I judged in the time what it remained of some star: of this the holy ghost cosmic enthusiasm twenty will have my body yours six.

Some returns around the barycentre of this system 1 swore me this. I have, at last, what it wants the life to me. It lacks to me now only what I want. I want insolent woman when of the force of the life if to make my tdio. One only sincere friend is enough to me to confess me 2. I ask for of the world the secret; an existence without fear. I want a sincere oath, the optimism of the wait the honesty of the love.