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They tell me: You

Such a passionate reproach sounded in her voice that he felt a prick in the place where the heart should have been, and there was only a nest of scrambled eggs, while the birds of the air could have lived there if he had not dispersed them with his whistle.

The south tower trembles and sways, doubts are in my heart...

Everyone who lives with us on earth. They suffer without words, which is even worse.

Birds fly out into wide open spaces, providing a nest for rain and storms. And a person must certainly achieve such spaciousness that he feels his body, along with the whole earth, its air, light, water, fire and the entire population, as his own home.

Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.

A sower went out to sow his seed, and while he was sowing, some fell by the wayside and were trampled on, and the birds of the air pecked at him, and some fell on a stone, and came up and withered, because it had no moisture, and some fell between thorns, and thorns grew up and choked him; and another fell on good ground and, rising up, brought forth fruit a hundredfold.

So my love now knows no rest...

Both of them were chicks with broken wings, each of which tried to fly by grabbing another equally sick chick. People who feel empty are never healed by connecting with another incomplete person. On the contrary, two birds with broken wings, united, make a very clumsy flight. No amount of patience can help them fly; and in the end they must be separated and the wounds healed each separately.

A caterpillar can fly higher than a butterfly - only in the bird's beak.

Ah, so sometimes you want to more often mundane take on meaning, gently caressing our bodies.

They don't get tired of flying!

And if the attic window of the soul is wide open early in the morning, then birds fly into it all day long. They bring watercolor patterns on their tails, and fragile hopes under their wings. And they never demand anything in return, only always let go back.

April. Put on rubber boots and go for a walk after the rain. Launch paper ships in the streams. Collect primroses. Launch a kite into the sky. Watch the birds return from the south. Squint from the sunbeams, exposing your gap-toothed smile to the first rays of the sun. Be a child at heart. Always...