Dreams are like flowers. They must be cultivated with determination when they are buds, they must be looked after...dreamed.
We must prepare them fertile ground and, like small seeds, they must be growned and processed in sprouts until they take root in our present.
Each has its season and its needs. Sun and water are vital sources, but the flowers and dreams must be treated with love and delicacy.
We must give them all the care they need; they must be loved, sprayed, pruned, fertilized and the best fertilizer is always love. The love and passion for what we do.
Only after much attention, care and sacrifice, we see blossoming our "pride" and admire it in all its beauty.
Dreams are like that, they must be fed, encouraged, always. Otherwise, how weak shoots, die soon, never become sturdy plants, do not change the life. Neither ourselves nor to others.
Dreams are just like flowers, if you do not take care they lose their beauty but if you let them flourish may make you proud and happy of care provided to them. Because one of the most fascinating things in the flowers is their wonderful secrecy.





