to deep dark, gnarled-looking branches, from which seems pretty long and irrevocably to have given all the juice of life, delicate flowers decorate in pink and pure white appearance. Long before the rich, fresh green sprouts of the heralding spring on Mallorca in the almond trees, the trees, the interior of the island each year to the epitome be the everlasting hope of real progress and of life in its perfect beauty can be. Nothing's more, the trees seem to say, and yet everything is possible. Because in that moment - like a an encouraging, mischievous wink - look out the first, tiny almond blossom. Out of nowhere. As set by magic. And follow it surprised more and more, quickly, and each individual. By their mere existence. In its perfection. Through its shine. Until the old branches of each almond tree has reinvented itself, as it were a collage, with the delicate nature of the messengers covered. With thousands. Countless. Taking on this event emotionally to close, a relentless self-punishment would be the same, and so the viewer is intelligent but the devoted wonder. The self-opening. Also breathe. Allowing the immense flood of feeling that flows through the heart now free. Powerful. Gently. Encouraging. Salutary. The almond blossom on Majorca. And as you cross the island, from almond to almond gardens gardens while you walk peacefully on vielbewanderten paths along the blossom remains, a nothing else to do, be recognized as ......
