WALLFLOWER

There is a beautiful English word that I love: “wallflower” means when a person is shy and stands aloof. Indeed it is just like that, no one notices a flower on the wall, yet it stands there to observe the way and think that it is in the wrong place. Who is right, who would want a simple flower when the world is full of strong and wonderful trees, capable of such high self-esteem that they allow them to compete on who gets taller?

LONDON WAS HOME

Ah! Do you remember the first time I went to London?
I immediately felt at home. What an incredible feeling.
As soon as I breathed that air I felt my body vibrate. I understood that this was the place of the revolutionary dreamers, the tormented poets and the different, the place for me. I'll never be able to forget my expression, my life there, the people I kewn there...
That city had kidnapped me and perhaps even I understood words in English language I've never understood perfectly.
I walked driven by curiosity, by love! I knew exactly where I was going, the fog didn't confuse me, the cold didn't stop me, I didn't even fear fatigue, for that city I challenged it. My eyes entranced by everything I saw, I had found peace in her. My soul is there, but the city now is not that one I knew when I was an Artist.