Author’s description:
„From the beauty and perfume of the flowers, from the pure white of the snow, the infinite blue of the sky and the cruel wild green of the belief that nothing is impossible, from the fiery red of love at the beginning of the life, the soul of the child gathers offering gentle light from the gentle light.

A bunch of flowers and a sad toy forgotten on the table... in my view that define the status of a child who has entered our material dimension without being called... without being expected... wirhout being wanted...

A pure and bright soul thirsty for affection, coming from other realms, better ones, greeted with coldness and indifference...Sentenced to live out of his own light, he envelops himself in the darkness of seclusion as in a medieval fortress that shelters between its walls both the towers of the fortified church and the cemetry. The calvary of life, the aspiration to the highest and the perfume of eternity,all gathered in a single bunch.

Up there, at the height of the fortification in which is sheltered his vulnerable soul, the child of the night grown as an adult cultivates fire flowers that he would like to give to those thirsty for light....”