Thorns and Sea
By the sea, where the salty wind draws waves on the sand, a cactus blooms. Among sharp thorns, like sentinels of a desert that met the ocean, a yellow flower is born. So delicate that it seems to defy its own origin, as ephemeral as the foam of the waves that kiss the shore.
The sea, blue-green, watches in its eternal movement. It does not fear thorns, nor does it suffocate the flower. It just envelops her in its moist breeze, allowing her to exist—light, vibrant, full.
There is a secret harmony in this unlikely coexistence. The cactus, resistant. The sea, infinite. The flower, fleeting. And, in the moment when everything meets, there is poetry.
