THE ANARCHIC FLOWERS
Snowdrops, hellebores, alpine stars…
They are the anarchic flowers that bloom in winter, not giving a damn if everyone else blooms in spring, under the sun in Riccione
They bloom in winter, amidst the snow,
Wherever they please, whenever they please
for the ALPINE STAR, “wherever they please” is hidden on the edge of a cliff, alone, minding its own business, shining brightly on its own.
So, if you happen to see it, find it, admire it, you’ve probably worked your ass off and now deserve to witness this splendid and rare beauty,
Which is not for everyone, it’s precious because it’s only for those who have worked their ass off.
And what about the HELLEBORE?
The hellebore is the winter rose, the rose of the mad, the flower of the mad.
It doesn’t care about spring; it cares about following its heart, its nature, its uniqueness.
Naturally divergent, it’s not frustrated by it, but instead, as if it were nothing, with nonchalance, it opens up in all its magnificence under the cold and clear winter skies,
Skies under which no one else dares to show themselves.
On the other hand, the SNOWDROP… so cute and delicate and fluffy, breaking through the icy blanket of snow with the blink of an eye.
Fragile and delicate? Not really. It’s tough and determined, but appearances can be deceiving.
With love, but always irreverent
