She blooms every morning.
This peculiar flower.
No one can pick this one of the ground. No one can steal this one from the field. She has the strangest roots, deep inside the ground, they say.
She is, in fact, the most fragile flower of the field. Over and over, there were powerful winds trying to destroy that flower. The scariest storms to men. Sometimes, you can see that flower, left out naked by those unstoppable winds.
This peculiar flower.
No one can pick this one of the ground. No one can steal this one from the field. She has the strangest roots, deep inside the ground, they say.
She is, in fact, the most fragile flower of the field. Over and over, there were powerful winds trying to destroy that flower. The scariest storms to men. Sometimes, you can see that flower, left out naked by those unstoppable winds.
And shameless she blooms. Again.
During sunrise, you can see, she blooms. Shameless, naked, beautifully peculiar.
They told me that the most powerful things on Earth are in fact, the most fragile ones. Storms and loud winds are made of time. And fragile bones and the deepest roots are born to be eternal. So, they told me to water them.
During sunrise, you can see, she blooms. Shameless, naked, beautifully peculiar.
They told me that the most powerful things on Earth are in fact, the most fragile ones. Storms and loud winds are made of time. And fragile bones and the deepest roots are born to be eternal. So, they told me to water them.
- 2018
