"The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing."
"The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor 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?"
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Source: Antonio Machado, “The Wind, One BrILLIant Day”
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