If I look for them, I find them. I know where they are, I know when they open and I have their aroma stuck in my brain. Each petal tells a story, each branch leads to an end scented with smiles. Each one has its personality and although the garden is the same, the flowers change every year and that is the wonderful thing about coming to this place.
Si las busco, las encuentro. Sé dónde están, sé cuando abren y tengo el aroma clavado en mi cerebro. Cada pétalo cuenta una historia, cada rama lleva a un final perfumado con sonrisas. Cada una tiene su personalidad y aunque el jardín es el mismo, las flores cambian cada año y eso es lo maravilloso de venir a este lugar.
With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
Fiction and creative writing, most of the times, I hope you enjoy it!
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