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Italiano
The heron stands in the canal, motionless as a brush held too long against the sky. Its reflection does not quiver—it is the water that trembles, as if trying to cast off the weight of the bird. Così è l’anima quando attende la grazia. The eye cannot hold the instant without the page to name it, yet the name is always a shadow of the thing itself. The heron does not know it is beautiful.
English
The heron stands in the canal, motionless as a brush held too long against the sky. Its reflection does not quiver—it is the water that trembles, as if trying to cast off the weight of the bird. So it is with the soul when it awaits grace. The eye cannot hold the instant without the page to name it, yet the name is always a shadow of the thing itself. The heron does not know it is beautiful.
