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. 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.