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Le piante... con i fiori e/o senza... commestibili e/o decorative... nocive e/o terapeutiche: sono le mie amiche silenziose e fedeli. Plants ... with or without flowers... edible or decorative ... noxious or treatment: they are my friends... silent and faithful.
Hansel&Gretel
i miei bambini pelosi
amiche verdi... green friends
Il rapporto è molto vivace con quelle che ho in casa: le Innaffio, le tolgo le foglie secche, le concimo, e le poto e delle volte le parlo... osservo la loro ricerca della luce girandosi verso al sole. Sento il loro dolore della loro immobilità che cerca di trovare un'uscita, ma anche la loro saggezza che riesce ad inseganre senza spostarsi nè parlare... invece il rapporto è della volte ancor più sorprendente con quelle del giardino... che loro vivono pienamente il cambio di stagioni... cercano di resistere al freddo, al gelo, al vento con i loro corpicini nudi... sperando di sopravivere fino alla primavera... ma una volta che è arrivata la primavera, quelle fortunate esplodono di gioia della sopravivenza... e allora si vestono i loro nuovi abiti... pieno di colori e odori... si mettono in scena e aspettano essere ammirate... e se la meritano... sono belle ma anche tenaci... superando l'inverno,ora sono più forti che mai... magari qualche ramo spezzato sotto la neve pesante, o magari qualche radici non protetti abbastanza ha patito al gelo... ma comunque sia l'inverno è passato... ora ci si scalda le ossa!... :) per dire... bene.. man mano che allarghiamo verso fuori il cerchio, dopo la casa e il giardino ci aspettano quelle vere selvagge... quelle che nascono e muoino in libertà totale... come le dona la madre natura... quelle che si dissetano se piove, quelle che si potano si soffia il vento forte... quelle che ospitano gli uccellini e altro nel loro corpo... quelle che forniscono il cibo a chi passa vicino... quelle che se tu non vai da loro, non le scoprirai mai... quelle che vivono lontana dagli occhi, nel silenzio dignitosamente...
The relationship is very lively with what I have in the house:
I irrigate them, I pick the dry leaves, I put fertilizer and I
prune and sometimes I speak to them... I observe their research for the light by turning toward the sun. I feel their pain of their immobility that they are still trying to find an exit, but also the wisdom that is able to move without move nor speak ... by the same time is even more surprising to those of the garden... they live a full change of seasons... trying to resist the cold, frost, wind with their nude bodies... hoping to survive until spring... but once spring arrives, those fortunate ones explode with joy of survival ... and then dress their new clothes... full of colors and smells... bring it on stage and expect to be admired... and they deserve this... they are beautiful but also tenacious... by passing the winter, they are now stronger than ever... maybe some branch are broken under the heavy snow, or maybe some roots unprotected suffered enough to frost... but the winter is past... now we warm our bones! :) just for saying... well... we extend the circle toward s outside... after the house and garden we expect the real wild ones... those born and die in total freedom... like mother nature gives... those that quench thirst if it rains, the crop that is the strong wind blows... those that are home to birds and more in their bodies... those who provide food to whom who passes near... what if you do not go by them and will not ever find out... those who live far from the eyes, in silence with dignity ...
The relationship is very lively with what I have in the house:
I irrigate them, I pick the dry leaves, I put fertilizer and I
prune and sometimes I speak to them... I observe their research for the light by turning toward the sun. I feel their pain of their immobility that they are still trying to find an exit, but also the wisdom that is able to move without move nor speak ... by the same time is even more surprising to those of the garden... they live a full change of seasons... trying to resist the cold, frost, wind with their nude bodies... hoping to survive until spring... but once spring arrives, those fortunate ones explode with joy of survival ... and then dress their new clothes... full of colors and smells... bring it on stage and expect to be admired... and they deserve this... they are beautiful but also tenacious... by passing the winter, they are now stronger than ever... maybe some branch are broken under the heavy snow, or maybe some roots unprotected suffered enough to frost... but the winter is past... now we warm our bones! :) just for saying... well... we extend the circle toward s outside... after the house and garden we expect the real wild ones... those born and die in total freedom... like mother nature gives... those that quench thirst if it rains, the crop that is the strong wind blows... those that are home to birds and more in their bodies... those who provide food to whom who passes near... what if you do not go by them and will not ever find out... those who live far from the eyes, in silence with dignity ...
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