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In the town of the man named the Madman…
We find him picking up dead flowers, specially the withered, torn or
broken ones. People passing by, were looking at him and commenting: ”
There are so many colorful, alive flowers and this man must be crazy, see
how he is picking -as if they were treasures- the dead, fallen ones.”
And somebody wanted to know more and distrustfully approached him
offering, a red flower full of life. But the Madman moved his head and
refused. Then, the person insisted saying: "What is the reason that you
don’t want to take it, can’t you see that it is more beautiful? And the
Madman said: " The flower that you are showing is truly beautiful and
resplendent but I prefer the withered flower because your flower is the
flower of one day, it is like a flirting, brief smile, while the withered
flowers that I picked today have a story, a love story that nobody will be
able to hid."
And the man who offered the flower, silently, went away, he left the red
flower in the place where he had taken and thought: ” This man named
Madman, is the only one capable of seeing the truth." |
