Wednesday, July 18, 2007

In the spirit of the whole Live Earth thing...

The Wind, One Brilliant Day

The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odour of jasmine.

"In return for the odour of my jasmine, I'd like all the odour of your roses."

"I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead."

"Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain"

The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"

-Antonio Machado


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