By soyernesto on Skatehive
Sharing a flower is sharing a thought. These flowers remind me so much of my childhood and how I used to braid them into garlands and crowns. They grew along the path from my house to my grandmother’s. Not long ago I learned that they’re called Rangoon Creeper or Quisqualis indica. Their flowers are beautiful—five petals joined at the center—and they bloom most of the year. But what fascinates me most is how the same plant can bear white, yellow, pink, and red flowers all at once. It’s stunning. And their fragrance is sweet and gentle; more than once, I was stung by a bee hidden among their petals. The present is alone. Memory constructs time. Succession and illusion are the clock’s routine. The year no less vain than vain history. — Jorge Luis Borges, “El instante” Compartir una flor es compartir un pensamiento. Estas flores me recuerdan mucho a mi infancia y cómo solía unirlas en guirnaldas y coronas, crecían en el camino de mi casa a la casa de mi abuela. No hace tanto aprendí que s