A white flower stand at the window, beautiful, velvety bloom with all the windows open and rain is wet, I go, close the window and it begins to move in there in there.
I marvel at the white flower there, beautiful as the moon and as white as the sheet, and when the sun came, I just soak.
The next day I woke up, the flower was dry, I thought it dies, but it was not so, majestic plant stood up and danced again when I have dipped it.
SPER CA E BINE ATATA, SA TE UITI PESTE EA CA MAI SUNT NISTE GRESELI
