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“They say that plants do not speak, nor fountains, nor birds,
Neither he waves with his rumors, nor with his brightness the stars;
They say it, but it is not true, because always when I pass
Of me they murmur and exclaim:
– There goes the crazy woman, dreaming
With the eternal spring of life and fields,
And soon enough, soon enough, she will have gray hair,
And she sees, trembling, chilled, that frost covers the meadow.”

–Rosalia de Castro–