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A man built his house. And embellished with a garden. In the center stood an oak. And the oak tree grew slowly. Every day taking root and strengthened its stem, trunk to make it able to withstand the winds and storms.

Against the wall of his house and planted an ivy ivy began to rise rapidly. Every day its tentacles filled with windy, and I lifted attached to the wall.

After a while walking on the roofs ivy. Oak quietly and slowly growing.

- "How are you, my oak tree?" Asked one morning ivy.

- "Well, my friend," said the oak.

- "You say it never got to this point," Ivy said with irony. "From here is so different. Sometimes I feel sorry to see you always there in the back of the yard."

- "Do not laugh, friend," responded very humble oak. "Remember that the important thing is not to grow quickly, but with firmness."

ivy Then laughed mockingly.

And time went on his way.

oak grew steady and slow pace.

The walls of the house aged.

A strong storm with a cyclone struck the house and garden. It was a terrible night.

oak clung to his roots to stand upright. Ivy clung to its sales to the old wall to avoid being shot down. The fight was hard and long.

At dawn the homeowner ran through her garden, and saw that the ivy had been detached from the wall, and was entangled on itself in the ground at the foot of the oak. The man pulled the ivy, and burned.

oak Meanwhile reflected:

"It is better to grow on its own roots and create a strong trunk, to gain altitude quickly, hanging on the safety of others."

Author: Anonymous

I say goodbye to this blog for a while, leave the door open ... if you want to enter your house, take what you want.
I have little time to devote to the blog, so I decided to leave this and dedicate myself to others.
This is the last entry that I do with this, I want to thank all the support they have given me and thank with all my heart to friends who are always present with words of affection and unconditional surrender.
If you would like the hope in "The Poet's Feeling" or "Poems for the Soul" I'll be there.