The other day, I walked along a trail and was enchanted
by the aroma of the flowers.
Here, silence is paramount through the earth's flowers in spring.

It is the blossoming of beauty,
letting itself be carried by the wind, by the shade
speaking so many languages ​​among themselves.

This will surely surprise you, after all,
you smelled them, they spoke to you
almost called you.

Which I, perplexed,
simply captured this imaginary conversation.

They never revealed their secret.

They are rebellious to any extraction,
they stimulate my creativity.

After all, they return to nothingness…into darkness.
The flowers express a hidden death,
they die with the flow of time.

The very expression of beauty and its decline,
the sadness felt before the brevity of life,
the delicacy and beauty of blossoming…
This will surely surprise you.

Let's discover my secret garden together!