18/04/08

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There are seeds that start growing on me without warning
They come from all over
There are millions of differents hands who thrown them to the wind
Sometimes are not just hands which thrown the seeds
But also thougths, breaths and smalll movements

All this seeds contained the potential of something
Tremendously
Beautifull
Or
Violent and disruptive
Or
Neutral and fast dying
Or
...

I have allways dreamed to be a good gardner
A patient
loving and caring one

Who distinguishes the seeds that should belong to the garden
According to each season
According to the feeling of the earth
on each moment