Once upon a time a flower that had managed to grow in the desert. She was alone since the first 
day it started to sprout in such hot weather and from that first day she asked himself what he was doing in the middle of nowhere. Concluded that it was the fruit of the miracle of existence and the power of life itself that manifests despite the circumstances.
He soon became to notice how hard it was to survive in such arid and hot place. Withstand the extreme heat during the day and the dust storms that preceded the night was unbearable and again and again cried out to heaven their suffering. The water was scarce and thirst became his mistress and showed him the scythe of death. The flower began to feel delirious and fading. Then a storm blew in this inhospitable place, and a loud sound of lightning and thunder seized the sky. However, the water in the storm rainfall guro grabs you a few days of survival. But after barely a week the flower began to wither for lack moisture and nourishment. Began to mourn and despair because he was convinced that nobody would help. Besides, she could not move, how would go for help?, Who do speak, if you had no mouth?
Just when the leaves began to dry, a hermit who crossed the desert with his water bottle and watered the flower was revived. The hermit went his way, while the flower silently thanked him for what he had done for her. However, after a few days the flower began to lose strength by the scarcity of water. In addition, the heat of midday was weakening and the strength of the blizzard in sandstorms had pulled some of its petals.
petals -No I'm not beautiful to anyone. Who will notice me to save? Be qu and perish.
The flower is resigned to his fate and gave the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath. But a humid breeze he heard her cry. The breeze was thick with humidity it came from an oasis that was a few miles away. The breeze hugged and comforted the flower. Then he asked the flower that does not become discouraged and believe in the rhythm of the universe which pushes the existence, magical, unpredictable and wise in itself.
absorbed Flower moisture from the air and thanked him. The wind kept blowing, light and free.
"If I could run and fly like the breeze ..." sighed the flower.
After a couple of days, the new rose will flower petals.
"Today I feel more beautiful than ever - the flower was said to herself. Sorry to continue to thirst and the sky is not falling raindrops. 
The heat struck Florida. At that time, a convoy stopped in front of the flower and she dropped a girl accompanied by her parents. The girl ducked to the flower and kissed it. That girl's hair was wet and in that brief kiss, the flower could be perceived as the moisture from the hair of the girl moved to the interior and refreshed his stem and leaves.
"Thank you, girl," said the flower.
- you come with me? Asked the girl to the flower.
The flower nodded and the girl transplanted to a pot. Parents, flower girls and continued his journey to what would be the new home of the flower: a farmhouse in the countryside where he now lives the flower spring after spring in the pastures surrounding their new place.
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