Two women in the flower garden of a park…

Lucy: Beauty will save the world.

Olga: Here you can see it everywhere.

Lucy: And it’s only the beginning.

Olga: The winter is yet to end…

Lucy: And already the yellow struggles to come out of the earth.

Olga: I didn’t see flowers in such a way.

Lucy: You mean as representatives of the yellow…

Olga: I thought that each one struggled on its own to live…

Lucy: While they are all together.

Olga: Now I see it better.

Lucy: They are all so close to one another.

Olga: But always in the same distance.

Lucy: As if they are keeping their distances.

Olga: The geometry of the yellow.

Lucy: Why is it that people don’t see them so…

Olga: They see what they understand.

Lucy: This way though, it is unfair

Olga: Isn’t that what we also live…

Lucy: Because we are poor?

Olga: Because we are like cut flowers.

Lucy: We are born like this…

Olga: The umbilical cord…

Lucy: And we live as these wither.