I can’t live with this feeling, when you can’t tell anyone about a wish you have made. People say, it won’t become true then… I would love that superstition wouldn’t exist. Because sometimes the wish you make is a fairy tale by itself. What if I want to share it with the world? What if I want to give to millions, billions of people this tiny piece of my soul and, maybe, make someone’s heart bloom like the most magnificent flower that ever was seen by the living creatures?