Thursday, August 9, 2007

Lincoln Nicknamed Africanus Negative Or Positive

Un piccolo fiume isolato

There once was a happy little river that flowed near a large meadow in the midst of richly cultivated fields. The golden ears of wheat when the wind blew gently rocking on them seemed to him to sing a sweet lullaby. He was happy because I never felt alone even in winter when the fields were fallow, snow covered the field with his white coat he knew that the sun would soon be returned, the wheat and the birds would return to its shores and drink why he was happy.
One day the farmer came with other men who do not aveva mai visto, il contadino palò molto con quelle persone le quali avevano in mano molti fogli e facendo degli strani gesti lo indicavano spesso. Per molto tempo non vide più ne il contadino ne gli altri uomini e continuò la sua vita felice, finché quegli uomini tornarono con degli attrezzi e macchinari strani.
Ben presto capì che non servivano ad arare il suo amico campo; all'inizio non si preoccupò almeno fin quando non cominciarono col aprire due piccoli solchi sui suoi fianchi uno per ogni argine; l' acqua, a lui così cara, andava lentamente a riempire i solchi e Lui iniziò si sentirsi 'solo'. Una sensazione strana lo pervase, non poteva di certo aiutare il suo amico campo a far crescere forte e rigoglioso il grano , With a little water still flowed in his bed he felt so weak. It was very sad because he could no longer do what made him happy.
After some days' water level rise up to fill the small river and the furrows that were going in, suddenly felt a strange thing there was something different in the water another small river had been merged in his bed. The small river was much talk with the new river who told him that the farmer asked him to help him better to irrigate the field to grow wheat stronger and luxuriant as before.

The small river just at the beginning did not understand the reason for this choice of the farmer but over the years still do not understand one morning he woke up and realized: he had become a big river.

Photo by Dona Web "Color on the River" on Flickr.

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