Flowers sprout from her chest, as if the earth itself had found a body to breathe. In her heart pulsate the sources of life, the juices of nature - generous and inexhaustible. Each woman is like soil, in her is hidden the power of creation and rebirth. She gives life like a tree that gives fruit, and her roots go deeper, into the very essence of the world, where times and generations intersect. In every petal that blossoms from her bosom is the song of eternity - that life and beauty never cease, but change, return and continue, like the endless cycle of nature..