Quatro mulheres sazonais sentadas juntas a uma mesa antiga

There were four strangers sitting at an old table. They whispered their names one after the other: -Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter -I will go first!-Spring has begun- I will melt the ice in hearts. The world will be colorful and green, all the trees will bloom! -And I, am Summer, I will bring some of the sun here to Earth. The wheat and hearts will become sunny, they will become all made of gold. -I am extravagant, Autumn told them, I will want everything to be in colors, and for the dress of falling leaves I will paint not a forest and two. Winter said nothing although she had been standing here for a long time, she threw back her hair somehow magnificent and the Earth was covered in white. Spring looked at her with a slight smile: -You know that I will come back again, right? And your white tablecloth I will turn into rivers for my flowers. Karol Bak, Harrison Fisher, Boticelli, Fraud style