Snowdrops and crocusses are always the first to blossum. I always wonder how they know when to start. And the most wonderfull part of it is that they start in the whole country the same time, as if they recieved a call or agreed a date.
Maybe we recieve also that kind of calls, but cant hear them anymore. Or we dont want to give in. Maybe it says, oke, stop what you are doing right now and go sit in the sun, blossum! And then we look out of the window and think, O Yeah, lets go sit outside in the sun, but no, work comes first.
O, what the F... The sun is shining, I am out of here...
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Das Rufen ihres eigenes Herzens hat eine kleine Stimme, wie das Rufen der Blumen.
Sie sollen stille sein, ohne eine Gedanke sonst horen Sie es nicht.
Wie lange hat mein Herz fruchtlos gerufen?
(C. Andersen)
Sehr schön gesagt!
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