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It's Sunday .... a warm morning ... I intended to go for a walk in the afternoon, when it gets a little cold ....
I sat down to read a book I read every week with coffee and a view of my yard ...
"my world and the Great Wall around it" as one of our famous rock singers, singer-songwriter Bora Djordjevic was the singer of the band Riblja čorba (translation: lit. Fish Stew)...
"But when night falls
I'm calling for help
because you're not here
And every new day
like death is boring
because you're not here...
and I am not ashamed of anything
I have my own little world
and around it the Great Wall of China..."
I read on and come across an Indian story ...
Which is the mirror of all of us ..
"A horseman arrives in front of an unknown city, and encounters an old man sitting on a stone.
- 'Old man, what kind of people live in this city?'
- the old man asked him ... 'And what kind of people live in your city?'
- The horseman said 'All are scoundrels, thieves, scoundrels' .. * Old man: 'Such are the people living in this city'
Later, another horseman came along, and he asked the old man what kind of people lived in this city.
- Old man: 'And what kind of people live in your city?'
- Horseman: 'In my city live wonderful people, honest, hardworking.'
- Old man: 'Such people live in this city too'
I saw butterflies flying around lavender, landing a little and wrestling a little when they get too close to each other ..
They fly so beautifully and carefree ... I watch them ..... carefreeness is in my yard again, the joy of the sun and the arrival of summer ...
The ancient Greeks were fascinated by this term, identifying the butterfly with the essence of our being. They considered it a symbol of the immortality of the soul. In ancient mosaic art, the psyche was presented as a woman with butterfly wings, in the company of her husband Eros.
In Greek, the word "psyche" is said to be "soul."
The word also translates as "butterfly".
Our soul was born as a caterpillar,
and our job is to give her wings and teach her to fly. "
A. Jodorowsky
"Because eternal life is like the life of a butterfly ...
Free, without sorrow, full of sunshine, then golden "
Aleksa Š.
Lavender is my favorite flower and fragrance for rooms ....
It is usually purple, but there are also pink (which I don't have) and white, which is in my pot ... And only one bee visited it ....
My Sublime and beautiful Sunday ....🥰☀️🦋
I hope you enjoyed the butterfly game, maybe the story made you think .... And I hope you enjoyed this Sunday ....
Thank you very much for visiting my blog ❤️
Have a nice evening ✨✨✨
My source :
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riblja_%C4%8Corba
https://tekstpesme.com/tekstovi/riblja-corba/kada-padne-noc/