That dream was a memory from the past, beyond his understanding. It wasn't about Arturo this time, but about someone he had met not long ago.
As he sank into the darkness, he heard a woman's voice, then the voices of two little girls, and finally, the screams of dozens of people.
That's where it began…
He loved flowers in all their colors and forms. Always surrounded by a beautiful field of radiant hues under the sunlight, the young man smiled as he looked up at the clear sky. In front of him lay a woman in a light, white, one-piece dress, wearing a straw hat.
She smiled at him gently, though her face was blurred. Even so, deep in his heart, he loved her madly. There was no one he loved more, yet he also loved flowers like no other. Still, his heart had always belonged to her.
"Nothing is more beautiful than seeing her run joyfully through the field… There's nothing more perfect," he told himself as he watched her.
