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Folhas

Leaves “How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun. At other…

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Novembro

“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing,…

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Mais Narcisos

Talvez os últimos Narcisos deste ano, mas nunca se sabe. Pode sempre aparecer um que se atrasa ou se engana na Estação. No final um poema do poeta inglês William Wordsworth sobre Narcisos. Maybe the last Daffodils of the season…

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‘Let us be gratefull to people who makes us smile, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.’Marcel Proust Híbrido de Phalaenopsis

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