There is nothing in the man so dear to God as repentance, but in some ways, perhaps most, there is nothing human and earthly, not so useless. What matters is the man to do nothing that you have to repent later. And I, I confess, I did something in this genre by promising to write an article on the Spring.

And not because I believe incapable of perceiving, feeling, and all carat estimate the value and beauty of the season florida. Nothing less than that. I presume very sensitive to the natural charms. I bet with the best of them to feel deeply and poetically gala of the fertile plains, the luxuriance of verjeles, the quiet seclusion of shady groves, the air perfumed by the scent of violets, rocky mountains covered with thyme and rosemary , the soft murmur of streams, chirps love of the nightingale, the languid cooing of the turtledove and the cheerful chirping birds that greet the dawn when White opens with rosy fingers the gates of the East.

Unfortunately, one thing is to feel and express well the other way. In this second gift is that I lack.

The issue is more than enough effort for me. Do I have to get by bad prose repeating what we already said in all languages ​​living and dead, with number and melody, good poets and medium, from Hesiod to Gracian and from Virgil D. Gregory Salas? I do not want to make a patchwork quilt as deplorable. I want to catch live birds, flowers, the station must be in the vernal, and remove to this role, and this paper to the printer: operation more difficult than you think.