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Old friends, tireless in the passing of life, who have preserved the smile of our childhood which was so evanescent in time, but lives for ever as a memory of what could have been, but the shadows didn’t let it wholly blossom. ******* As soon as the frost of winter began to die in the clearings and on the hillsides, the anemones like a people of light come out again, to remind us of that youth, hidden within the radiance of the soul which waits for our heart to see the messages of beauty which were not daunted in time. A continuing message, nestling in the embrace of the seasons, but the gaze that admired only itself has left aside to stand, forgotten, because it was not its own offspring. ******* But the lightning flashes of life whose abundance has made universes small and great in unexplored rivers of fire pass through the beings and the senses will not fit into the houses of darkness, they will break the bonds of oblivion and the anemones will be lost for another world, where spring will be eternal.
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