Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Lotus flower III

Mud fails to touch and soil its perfect hue.
A gentleman lives up to its proud name.
Wind wafts its scent on quiet moonlit nights.
Its wealth is purity, unmatched by all

Nguyen Trai, "The lotus".

3 comments:

Christina said...

In the winter what I want the most is color - and after that, flowers.

thank you for your blog.

C

Christina said...

PS And don't blush but I think your new photo is nice. viva Marcelo!

runnerfrog said...

The blank canvas of winter can't wait for the metaphysical colours of your heart.
Thank _you_ for that. ;-)

I still blush, Marcelo doesn't :-D

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