Uma serenidade maravilhosa tomou conta de toda a minha alma, como essas doces manhãs de primavera que aprecio com todo o meu coração. Estou sozinho e sinto o encanto da existência neste lugar, que foi criado para a felicidade de almas como a minha. Estou tão feliz, meu caro amigo, tão absorvido pela sensação requintada da mera existência tranquila, que negligencio meus talentos. Eu seria incapaz de desenhar um único traço neste momento; no entanto, sinto que nunca fui um artista tão bom quanto agora.
Quando o vapor me envolve, e o sol do meridiano atinge a superfície superior da folhagem impenetrável de minhas árvores, e apenas alguns raios perdidos penetram no santuário interno, eu me jogo entre a grama alta ao lado do riacho que escorre; e, ao me deitar perto da terra, mil plantas desconhecidas são notadas por mim: Quando ouço o zumbido do pequeno mundo entre os caules e me familiarizo com as incontáveis formas indescritíveis dos insetos e das moscas, sinto a presença do Todo-Poderoso, que nos formou à sua própria imagem, e o sopro daquele amor universal que nos carrega e sustenta, enquanto flutua ao nosso redor em uma eternidade de êxtase.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.
its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they
Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named.
