Legenda florii nu-ma-uita #povestidinculturaromanatraditionala

The legend of Florus did not look at him Content with the beauties scattered on the earth with his strong and creative hand God was walking around looking at everything with a fatherly tenderness All were pleased and bowed before the Lord saying In the midst of these thoughts God paused hearing a voice of pain and sorrow rising up to Him Who is weeping Who is wronged in the midst of justice and love And as God looked down He saw before Him a small and insignificant blue flower that was weeping with such great pain that the father of all felt compassion for this lost and forgotten flower among all the rest And the flower smiled and the little blue eye was content and closed itself to God who went on His way saying There will come a time when human hands will no longer sow or reap you and people will trample you underfoot as they trample their own hearts no longer remembering that what was once loved should not be forgotten And hatred will hold a great place in man's life and they will forget me too as I have forgotten you for man will be the first to bring hatred crime and forgetfulness to earth and the end of all will be death