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The wonderful reserve of a flower, a flower that nourishes the soul, that preserves a feeling, the fragility and greatness of small things, those that seem like nothing but give us peace...

I love the simplicity of a flower, the nobility of a bouquet, the joy of a bouquet of flowers neatly arranged in a vase on the balcony. I want my house not to be without them, as well as to be able to enter and see the flowery colors on the table in front of the window.

The flowers smell of dreams. They make me breathe.

Transparency is one of the most beautiful and noble things that life can reserve for us. A mountain spring, pure air, crystals... and who knows how many other things I would have to add if I stopped to think for a few more minutes.

The transparency of the eyes has beautiful colors.

Transparent people, those who can guess the fragile path of the veins on the body, a bit like what happens with the petals of this flower that I drew; those that every blush on the face signals an emotion; those whose skin suddenly folds if something is wrong: transparent people are maps and treasures.

Transparency illuminates, not blinds.

Transparency is typical of strong feelings, everything else is always a little murky.

The lack of transparency translates into mistrust and a deep sense of insecurity, said the Dalai Lama.

Mother Teresa, on the other hand, hoped that people could be like transparent crystals through which God can be seen.

Transparencies are not appearances.

Some time ago, I regretted my "transparency" in some attitudes, in some experiences and periods of my life.

Then I realized that it takes courage. It takes courage to show your cracks. I'm learning to love them.

I love transparent people, not opaque ones.

The transparency of a flower becomes synonymous with the transparency of life, in life, the one that I seek and that I do not always live and find.