Blooming love.

Nothing is as pretty as them. By far, my favorite flowers.

Bought them one year ago. One day we dropped at Plantagen with Barbie girl. They were pretty and cheap, but soon lost their flowers and never bloomed again. Until today, right after some months during which Enrique had been taken care of them.

His magic touch, of bringing the best out of everyone. Just as that person who always cheers you up at work or the train driver who sings the stations in the early morning. People who have that magic ability of easing up and letting you go, with a smile.

Often, we tend to think that it depends on genetics or simple luck - those with reasons to smile will do it to everyone - but after a while, I realized that luck doesn't exist and happiness starts by attitude. There will always be clouds in the sky, but it's your eye to judge how dark they are. And remember, the more it pours, the earlier it will clear up.