Princesse

Gracias a un niño super especial que conoci en Facebook leí el siguiente poema con el que me siento muy identificada:

In the city,

a red flower has appeared.

Simple and beautiful.

Delicate and strong.

Unexpected.

A nomadic flower,

taking root in the asphalt.

A flower in the city.

"... No one plants or chooses me,

I simply grow.

Anywhere, scattered here and there, so

delicate, I am picked and I delight,

I am left and I bloom.

I am a poppy..."