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Слушать(AI)The Wind One Brilliant Day
The wind, one brilliant day, calledto my soul with an odor of jasmine."In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.""I have no roses; all the flowersin my garden are dead.""Well then,
I'll take the withered petalsand the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"
Antonio Machado
Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz (26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939), known as Antonio Machado, was a Spanish p
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