"Fables" THE FLOWER AND THE HUMMINGBIRD

Flower – India beautiful large black eyes loved a young Indian named Agile. This belonged to a rival tribe and therefore, could only meet secretly.

At dusk, when the sun on the horizon like a huge burning ember, the bride and groom met in a grove, near a stream chatty and playful, who put a silver reflection in the green gloom.

The two young people could be just a few minutes; otherwise it would have aroused the suspicions of the tribe of Flower. A friend-friend this ugly, hateful, he discovered one day the secret of the girl and rushed to inform the head of the tribe.

Flower could not see more of Agile.

Moon, who knew the worth of the Indian lover, said one night:

"Yesterday I saw a flower, weeping bitterly, because they want to marry an Indian tribe.Desperate Tupa asked the god to take his life, to do anything, so get rid of that horrible marriage. Tupa heard the appeal of Flower: did not die but transformed into a flower.The latter told me my friend the wind.

"Tell me. Luna, what kind of flower has been transformed my girlfriend?

- Oh, my friend, I do not know I did not know the wind!

- Tupa, Tupa! Agile groaned. I know that in the flower petals will recognize the taste of your kisses. I know that I shall find. Help me find it, everything you can!

And the body of Agile, to the astonishment of the Moon "was falling, falling, until they become a small and delicate multicolored bird that flew away in haste. It was a hummingbird.

Since then, the boyfriend thought, in that beautiful metamorphosis, spent his days looking for quick and eager lips of the flowers looking for, just one.

But, say the oldest Indian tribes, has not yet found.

Reflection
Envy shows how people feel miserable, and his constant attention to what they do or do not do others.
El amor no es jactancioso, no se envanece; no hace nada indebido, no busca lo suyo, no se irrita, no guarda rencor;. no se goza de la injusticia, mas se goza de la verdad. Todo lo sufre, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo soporta. El amor nunca deja de ser 1 Corintios 13: 4.