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"PETALO is not the fruit of my labors. It is just the natural conjunction of my memories. I got the spring - coming puffy eyes. My mom is driving school. Those morning represents huge pieces of my childhood memories with her. At a certain, same point a tulip field is following us from my side of the seat. I asked her about that tulips every single morning. She always told me the same story. We both know. We just hope for the time to stop. In order to get together, stay in the car, for some minutes again. Forever. And maybe, one day, we never got out of the car. At the end, we stopped the time. I woke up twenty years later and I pull the red thread that unify us. Would you never say we had no party or hugs, not even a bouquet, when I came back home? Would you never say a Petal was enough?"