In the town of the man named the Madman…
We find him picking up dead flowers, specially the withered, torn or broken ones. People passing by, were looking at him and commenting: ” There are so many colorful, alive flowers and this man must be crazy, see how he is picking -as if they were treasures- the dead, fallen ones.” And somebody wanted to know more and distrustfully approached him offering, a red flower full of life. But the Madman moved his head and refused. Then, the person insisted saying:
-What is the reason that you don’t want to take it, can’t you see that it is more beautiful? And the Madman said:
- The flower that you are showing is truly beautiful and resplendent but I prefer the withered flowers because your flower is the flower of one day, it is like a flirting, brief smile, while the withered flowers that I picked today have a story, a love story that nobody will be able to hid. And the man who offered the flower, silently, went away, he left the red flower in the place where he had taken and thought: ” This man named Madman, is the only one capable of  seeing the truth."