SOON SPRING
Perhaps this thought is too trivial. Much has been written about the feelings they arouse the seasons, and among them which has more rivers of ink has been the spring, perhaps because that is when the world wakes up and wishes him every a new beginning. Next to fall are the two principles of nature. The first renews life, the second prepares the rest to the further processing. Both are full of beauty, as two women who compete in beauty, but not the comparison would be more accurate if we think in one beautiful woman who, when autumn comes, it still retains the beauty of youth that goes out and preparing for a peaceful old age and full of wonderful memories.
Today I tried to join my way to this spring and brings flowers and little by little, the summer heat and although everything is already written on this station, I venture to express my feelings even being sure that many, when read, think that I have not said anything new. And sure they're right, I will not say anything that has not been said already, but as each of us has an individuality, our perceptions are as well, therefore, always be found among these letters, something new, who knows perhaps a word move a chord in our hearts never appreciated. That rope was quiet, no vibration and, suddenly, without knowing why, an expression, a trivial sentence, obliges it to release the most beautiful note that spreads in waves through the universe.
all know there are some people more sensitive to odors than others. It was explained very well this singularity in the German novel by Patrick Suskind, "Perfume", and although it was a story that personally by saving their literary merits, "did not like, clearly explains this peculiarity we have. But the smell of which I will refer are much nicer than those quoted in the book.
is spring, especially on a holiday, when most people take advantage of the early times of day to laze and exhaust the maximum hours of rest, I take advantage to open the window and let in the smell that hits crystals and fills the senses with unexplainable sensations.
As nice is the perception I consider it most appropriate to assist in the first meditation of the day. Sitting comfortably near the window or the balcony, I let the cool morning breeze caress my skin wrapped in a tender embrace exhilarating fragrance that fills my whole being. Stop and examine the time, I try to be aware of all the feelings that come to me. Smells like land, clean air, freshness, fresh mown grass, a sea, tenderness, wisdom, unique life.
The trill of a blackbird or a robin, accompanied by his music a sense of calm and peace. I inhale the scent of life renewed, a spring and let the emotions flow like water from a clean stream that runs between the path of a forest. I feel the breeze moves the leaves of the elms whispering a mysterious singing music like elves, imperceptible if not paying attention. The silence is remarkable, immobilized, and the nature charm and captivate your senses. So in this stillness, I do not know how long to enjoy the lightness of everything around me. There is only the perfume of spring. And while, occasionally, the sounds prosaic existence fervent break the silence, the sounds do not bother, only silenced for a moment the songs of birds and in that interval, I listen to the quiet devotion of the universe, that only break the noisy inhabitants of a magnificent cosmos and unknown.
Then slowly return to materialize full of harmony trills blackbird or a robin and others but I can not distinguish cadence filled the quiet of the beginning of the day.
Yes, I like the smell of spring, even in this Madrid overwhelmed with tasks, movement of heterogeneous people who do not have time to listen, to absorb the beauty of the silence of nature, so your breath smell spring. A few hours later starts
bustle of ordinary life. Heat arrives. The spell is broken. MAGDA.
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