Una maravillosa serenidad se ha apoderado de toda mi alma, como estas dulces mañanas de primavera que disfruto con todo el corazón. estoy solo, y siente el encanto de la existencia en este lugar, que fue creado para la dicha de almas como la mía. estoy tan feliz, mi querido amigo, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; y, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of blist.

muy muy lejos, detrás de la palabra montañas, lejos de los países Vokalia y Consonantia, allí viven los textos ciegos. Separados viven en Bookmarksgrove justo en la costa de Semántica., un gran océano de idiomas. Un pequeño río llamado Duden fluye por su lugar y le suministra la regelialia necesaria.. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “y” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

muy muy lejos, detrás de la palabra montañas, lejos de los países Vokalia y Consonantia, allí viven los textos ciegos. Separados viven en Bookmarksgrove justo en la costa de Semántica., un gran océano de idiomas. Un pequeño río llamado Duden fluye por su lugar y le suministra la regelialia necesaria.. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.