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The color of a dusty or fading rose. The color of the passing summer, the elusive sunset, the first fogs, the color of fragile rose petals touched by frost, the color of slight sadness and melancholy.

The fading rose speaks.

The thorns of a rose are a reminder to people of a careful attitude towards it!

Cacti are roses that have known unrequited love.

An ancient tradition tells how a crown of thorns lay on the altar throughout Holy Week, but on Easter morning it was found turned into a wreath of fragrant roses; each thorn turned into a rose. So the crowns of earthly suffering in the warmth of Divine love turn into gardens of roses.

Cacti - recalcitrant roses that refused to serve people!

- You know, most people misunderstand this tale. "Beauty and the Beast" is not about the fact that a loving girl has to change the monster. She didn't even know she could change it. This is a story about accepting all sides of the other, even incomprehensible and frightening. In the finale, she voluntarily returns to the monster. It remains with him without an idea to change. And yet, it changes him. And most importantly, yourself. From a naive, weak girl who wants to see only roses in life, but not their price ... into an adult, determined woman, strong enough to accept reality in all its shades. You walked this path, Laya. Daddy is proud of you.

Cacti are former roses that have made the world sick.

they do not take fruit, but a dummy.

You gave me roses, and I left them there to die.

food! It still seems to me that it was the men who came up with the idea that there can be food in the bouquets, because any woman perfectly understands that a beer snack is not a gift. Have you seen these edible sausage bouquets? What it is? In the bouquet there is cervelat, a pork knuckle, a pork head, a pork ass ... They just blown up a pig and put it in kraft paper! Here you go - a bouquet for the vegan's funeral!

The poet is free to sing everything. For when taboos appear, poetry disappears. Today poets sing state theories just as the nightingales sang in their predecessors and the roses smelled fragrant.

Before something bitter and terrible.

For a century, fate divorced us.