Beauty is when, surrounded by concrete, the fragility of a flower finds the space where it can finally breathe in peace.

Where rigidity was expected, a flower was born.

It is not special because it is a flower, it is special because it shows a reality that no one saw, the reality of the plant, which was already trying to grow, long before the wall.

And now, it is seen.

a continuous result of the moment

Emilico