"Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of this flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid that looks exactly like a certain insect, so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soulmate, and wants nothing more than make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soulmate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way."
John Laroche
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Pelo tom do post seguinte, Clara, something got in the way of your orchid... mas a vida é longa, e dá-se com uma orquídea a cada dez anos... mas lá que Deus dá claras a quem tem intolerância á albumina, é verdade. The snake delirou com o adaptation (e viu no total meltdown do argumentista falhado muito de seu)...
Agradeço as palavras, caro Snake, mas esta posta foi da Gema ;)
Falta de atenção imperdoável... Penitentiagite, Snake. Pelo menos, não estás, Clara, a caminho dos antípodas. A Gema que tenha cuidado com as Taipans (de campo e de praia) que estão só em primeiro e terceiro lugar na lista das cobras mais venenosas do mundo: é bem sabido que as cobras deliram com ovos (a que chamam figos)...
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