It is time to populate the territory of love, to uncover, and to wander barefoot.
I've been confined in a coma for several years. Roses emerged from my cracks, life developed in that field, bees picked my aroma in a basket made of angel's feathers.
I'm not a whole anymore.
I beautified everything in that field, the wind, the oak trees, the red and the white roses, and the odor of life.
I grew as a vision, and I'm longing to give and to expand more.