Every day I hear the same story: there´s no coffee, there´s no cinnamon and there´s no money. Every day I see those things that are missing and I suffer from it. Why do they keep telling me the facts when it is obvious that by saying them they won´t change. I wonder if one day they will realize that I can do nothing about it, I´m just the gardener; I´ve got no money, no coffee, no cinnamon either. I can see no difference between families; they are all but one with the same worries and ambitions. All children destroy red roses and leave the yellow ones alone. Girls hide their feelings in the garden and boys look at them desperately wishing they could to the same thing. -I´m the gardener ma´am, can do nothin´ ´bout your situation. - I have to say -You´re so selfish, all you care of is your little bushes and roses, I don´t even care about my garden, it won´t solve any of my troubles. - They reply. I wonder what happened to all of these people, they seem so blind to me. Tulips ...
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