The Footprint of Snow to the Full Maturity of the Red Rose

Hopeful, persistent, and unending. This way of living is my language of dialogue with the world, so much so that I sometimes ask myself: not knowing, not learning, and not believing in despair… is it the result of a habit of enduring suffering? So be it…! Who said there is no color beyond black!? When, with our dreams, we confront death, we realize that beyond black is merely the beginning of all the infinite colors of life…