melanzana

The legend tells of a bird that sings only once in life, more sweetly than any other creature in the world. Since leaving the nest, look for and look for a large bush and not rest until we have found. Then, singing among the branches, mud, rushes on the spine longer and sharper. And, dying with pain in the chest, hand wins the torment in overcoming the lark and the nightingale. A melody which the supreme penalty is life. But the whole world is silent to listen, and God, in Heaven, smiling.
At best only comes with great pain ... or so says the legend.