Muriel delle Nubi
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Last published Sat, Dec 23, 2017
Quando sboccia una Rosa, c'è sempre la tentazione di coglierla. Ma se si ama davvero quella Rosa, dal profondo del cuore, allora non la si coglierà mai e la si osserverà crescere e raggiungere il suo apice massimo di bellezza finché, un giorno, inesorabilmente, appassirà. Cresceranno tante rose in quel giardino, molte identiche alla Rosa, ma lei e lei soltanto rimarrà per sempre nel cuore di chi l'ha amata. La Rosa originale, unica e sola, che ha fatto tremare l'animo d'un uomo.
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