Blue paper

I always drew the paper. Blue paper, waiting to be creative. But the creativity, I was going to find out, is not just what you lay on paper, but also how the paper catches ... life and becomes a symbol. There are flowers that resist a life without losing their fragility. A flower of paper has no perfume and does not wither. She is the discreet, silent witness of so many events in the life of those who choose to testify such symbols.