Plastic flowers don’t die

Some people think it’s just thorns around here. I also have many flowers. Real flowers, withered and blackened by time. Thorns to “sweet” certain things.

But I’ve been seeing that plastic flowers, increasingly similar to natural ones, have been securing their place in my “silly girl” wardrobe. Because it is certainly much easier to fill our lives with plastic flowers, disposable relationships, without roots, which at any moment we throw away and change the arrangement. But I’d rather have a few saplings of plants well ingrained in my life than an artificial garden.

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Real flowers do take work, but they are fragrant, colorful and don’t fade if cared for carefully. Real people are like that too, sometimes the thorns hurt us, and almost always they protect us.
And then you will tell me: -Nathália, real flowers die!
Yes, they die, but they leave seeds that germinate in many ways.

I kept thinking what kind of flower I am to the people around me and what kind of flowers I have put in my “garden”.

I scream that uncomfortable silence. I silence the reckless scream. I plant dreams. I collect plans. I rule the colors. I grow the flowers. I take a breath. Look at infinity and follow…