By Maria Do Ceu Morais, MBY London
Once upon a time, I was a wish flower,
and you a gentle breeze,
blowing all my wishes away for a place far from home,
But instead of disappearing by the spiral course of events,
I have planted seeds.
Instead of giving up,
I just let it go.
Instead of crying,
I choose to be happy.
Instead of ending,
I was in fact reborn.
Instead of being out of love,
I started loving more deeply.
Instead of forgetting,
I made sure I could remember,
of what is important, and what is deep and worth and eternal.
Yes, instead of running away,
I have planted seeds.
All the seeds, one by one, in a field of sorrow, disappointment and uneventful life.
But where everybody saw the wind taking a twisting path I saw transformation,
And those seeds have grown, and now I am too many to count.
A wish is always a door for new opportunities.
