Man should consider himself lucky to have been the contemporary of the rose. –Juan Ramón Jiménez Before, the saint would call to the rose saying: No need to shout I know for whom you burn! Today, caressed by the wind’s one hundred hands, the flower, hushes, nods, As if refusing to say more, And silent, sways in silence. Resigned, I say there is no reason To blame God If the rose won’t speak, Any day it will tell us what we need to hear, At just the right time and in its own way.
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