Saturday, July 18, 2009

Linsey Dawn Mckenzie Pawn





Alto and triumphant, very straight and pointed at the sky, an almond tree dominated the orchard. He was happy
when the graceful parakeets in bright colors or cicnciallegre elegant and stately they were running on its branches; housed with joy finches, warblers and other songbirds.
But one day he looked at one of its branches hoopoe. The bird put his ear to the bark of the tree and felt the tingling of the tiny but voracious larvae were abundant under the bark. He put his curved beak into the trunk of the almond, coninciò to extract and eat the larvae.
The almond tree fell into a deep sadness. That bird that wretched fumbling with his beak into the bark and ruin his perfect beauty, it was really unbearable. The superb almond
did his best to dispel the hoopoe that finally one day he flew away.
Since then, the small larvae could fatten in peace and slowly invaded the entire trunk. It took only a gust of wind, one evening, the proud almond crash.

by ONLY KNOWS THE WIND, Pino Pellegrino

If someone "catches under the skin" showing faults and failures, showing you what ever you want to see because you're the first one on that side where still there ' shadow is not like it, do not get mad .... Thank him!

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