Tiep L'aria della sera l'immense faggio riscaldava nel giardino, il sole with him i suoi Raggi illuminava ultime ore of tramonto, Mentre Arry ripeteva silenzioso dolci, e docili filastrocche happiness. Il suo cuore di gioia folle pazzo e watched the air sprayed with warmth suffused his eyes darting here and there and ate love that old twisted tree ... I thought of how many times he had splashed water, pruning, how many, how many seconds after stroking its leaves and all weather, hurricanes, storms and tempests, which were torn down violent ... merciless on him!
rethink the broken branches, the effort to put back together ... remembered all the times you helped me ... endless ... but then he was happy at sunset was happy.
Take care around ... The garden was perfect!
now old and well loved beech was planted, fruit trees and scattered small giadinieri followed by others like him, Arry.
Arry knew it had been difficult, but it was worth it! When I asked
was frightened, upset and shaken, but happy to have been chosen-few-are ... did not feel able, had to abandon everything, including dreams and ambitions, but he knew that his place was there, knew it was there, he had to go and ... We sincerely wanted to go ...
At sunset he was happy ...
He looked around, looked at the flowers and then he realized at last!
It was more adult, he was a child, a small child in need of care.
Arry raised his hand ... the giant who had always helped cure her beech, who had called the gardener, who was always there beside him, hugged him and picked him up ... Arry felt at home, he was loved and was able to love with an immense love her giant ...
She looked at him and walked away with him from the garden ...
The night fell and the beech tree was lit by warm, joyful and white moonbeams, which transformed it and all its curves and bends, its nodes are straightened.
became beautiful ... like a rose without thorns.
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