Não eram palavras, eram flores que envolviam o coração desenhado com o amor que deixou marcado através de suas mãos, em todos os jardins que cultivou durante a vida.
Fez poesia em seu silêncio, abrandou a vida de quem passava e no seu anonimato, falava de amor sem pronunciar nada.
by/erotildes vittoria/REFTT/2013
The silence of the gardener ...
They were not words, they were flowers that enfolded the heart drawn with the love that left marking through his hands, in all the gardens that he cultivated during his life.
He made poetry in his silence, softened the life of those who passed and in his anonymity, spoke of love without saying anything.
by/erotildes vittoria/REFTT/2013
Imagem Hyacinthus (in a flowerbed)
