Added Dec 18, 2004
Was an Orange in a hand It gathered this morning Of which color was it then? What imports, it will be eaten... hold, I will peel it then, I will put the skin in the dater and then presently to the four hours pause I from there would taste it lying under the mango tree... Often inconstant present... the life is however beautiful! I will be able just as easily to cut it into two, to extract the juice with the robot from them, with cane sugar and water, lives the vitamin... and well before the four hours pause. Not, I joke, I am not so stupid... I recover the pips to put them to germinate in empty the yoghourt pots recovered in the vat for plastic of my dustbin of sorting... and here me is on the way for my workshop... the third tree on the right after the mango tree... I never take along my rock with me, I assois on that which I find there. Nature is a workshop, and it is in my nature I will dream with a better world... until the realization of my obsession, being Present for the Earth Mother.