A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air.
A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed.
A flower is martyrdom on earth, with a poetry line and a solo dance.
A flower is a star made of desire leaves and a fistful of night fireflies.
A crimson flower is a fire-stone, scattering snow-flakes on heart’s orifice.
A flower is a needle of water in a pile of absurdities.
A flower is a hanging garden on rocky eyelashes.
A flower lives with screams of color, but dies in silence.
A flower never breaks order, because it professes spontaneity and improvisation.
A flower is ignorant of history, so it equally grows in a soldier’s helmet or in his victim’s skull.
A flower is a masks party inside a nude hall.
A flower lives each and every moment, without a calendar.
A flower is the splitting of heart into ten fingers.
A flower is dawn’s tears dropped over the last line of a happy dream.
A flower occupies others’ lands, without troops.
A flower participates in all weddings and funerals, but falls in love and dies completely alone.
A flower is a nomad beautiful dream.
A flower fears not the darkness of cemeteries and conferences.
A flower is the shape of indifference to thorns.
A flower is an orotund speech, with no voice.
A flower is a language free of grammar and morphology.
A flower is a fluent tongue which does not gossip.
A flower is an ambush, firing life powder at the body of death.
A flower is the form of love before marriage.
Flowers are papers refusing to write on them, except for with transparent ink.
A flower is a timed bomb, full of pleasure nails.
A yellow flower is an upside down sun.
A red flower is uneven fight between a bull and a sword.
A white flower is an insurance policy for some gods.
A colored flower is the shape of hesitation at crossroads.
A black and white flower is an open text.
A flower sleeps at night, on the water of moon.
When a flower grows inside a boot, all things giggle.
Flowers love furrowed jars and old clay.
A flower migrates to earth, and comes back to sky.
Flowers conclude their happy marriage through exchanging letters.
A flower is a holy grail, without shrines.
Flowers are eternity hats over graves heads.
Flowers are liberated precious metals out of hell.
A flower is a lover’s white lie inside the show of colors.
A flower is a literary translation of stars on earth.
A flower is the shape of flux over windows aridity.
A flower is a fountain of the soul in cities of stone.