With bright colours, autumn heralds the end of the year
and transforms nature, the feelings and the love of being
the love of being. It gives us the illusion of time.
Time we need to live our lives.
Autumn time is a good illusion, like the always
always desired child, borrowed time or expensive money.
For me, autumn is like a labyrinth of nature's mirrors.
Everything there, everything close and confusingly beautiful. Just an illusion.
A peaceful evening descends over the landscape;
Nature slumbers quietly, around her features
The fine veil of twilight hovers, and she
Smiles the beautiful one;
Smiling, a slumbering child in her father's arms,
Who bows before her with love, and his divine eye
The gaze rests on her, and his breath blows
Over her face.
Take the time,
to celebrate the silent wonders
that have no admirers in the noisy world ...
