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At this intention of the wind the flower speaks nothing in response, only keeps seriously looking at the earth. Then, melting with kindness turns his gaze filled with compassion towards the potter sitting far away .. who, what at others, does not look at his own body even.
Some moments slip that the flower 's face gets reddened with anger, petals like lips begin to flutter in agitation; with red sandal eyes he looks at the clouds above who, ungrateful ones, absorbed in quarrelling, evidently the incarnation of disturbance, show unasiness , paroxysm at the detached sort of life, and , whose future is horrible, only a ruin of the auspicious feelings.
The vomittings, the bowings that the flower is doing , seeing the different characters , with varied emotional slants,
260 :: Silent Soil