'' The morning appears colder than usual, which is necessary, but it's still fresh, by inventing some dew on the flowers, and the magic of a new season ... that now eruptslate and enbranquece joy ... and the soft breeze on a cold puts a whole new level, seeming to turn the summer to winter, in the afternoon which now appears cold, but still with the frame of the sun, which warms and conceals the thoughts and the joyerupts, these new times. '' Héber Bensi