Love comes from blindness, Friendship from knowledge... --- L'amour vient de l'aveuglement, de l'amitié de la connaissance ... --- El amor proviene de la ceguera, la amistad del conocimiento ... --- Liebe kommt von Blindheit, Freundschaft von Wissen ... --- Kjærlighet kommer fra blindhet, vennskap fra kunnskap ...

If sometimes I say that flowers smile
And if I should say that rivers sing,
It's not because I think there are smiles
   in flowers
And songs in the rivers flowing...
It's so I can help misguided people's 
Feel the truly real existence of
   flowers and rivers.

So...
I don't know what Nature is:
   I sing it.
   I love it.
   I hate it.
   I don't know.
But, 
I live on top of a hill
In a solitary,
   whitewashed house,
Just before:
   Christmas.
And that is my definition.