You wake up in some mornings and realize that, although it might not seem like it, all these simple, colloquial objects have, just like humans, their own dignity. A flowerpot, a jar and even a pear – poetries with the rhyme covered by spiders.

And at that moment, all you have to do is to blow away the dust that benumbs the eyes and the heart. (For, yes, we do own two eyes and a heart. Honestly.) To stubbornly believe that, although few still say this nowadays, this world was made in order to be beautiful. ”How could we recognize beauty, if it hadn’t already been in us?”, we legitimately ask ourselves from time to time.

...A flowerpot, a jar and even a pear – pretexts for restarting to see.