Flowers in the cemetery is composed of the following chapters: Creation The forbidden glimpse Life Running backwards Hope Revelation That day

“Love is the beginning of the tragedy that is life. You can only lose something you love. You can only hate something that is taking away what you love from you. And still, we humans can not help but love. We can not choose not to be a character of this tragedy. And when there is nothing else to lose, there are no consequences, only possibilities. This is the volatility of life.

“Are you sure you would like to know when you will die?”, the seer asked, customarily. The client, an adult man, looked at her, slightly uncomfortable. “Yes, I do”, he said. The seer lifted her arm, and with her eyes closed, she slowly caressed the palm of the man’s hand, as if exploring his future. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, ready to relief the strain of her client.

The young man resented the lack of recognition towards him. He observed daily the careless exploitation of people by people, and the loss of individuality. “This life is not fair”, he thought. In an attempt to relieve his resentment, he left the city and his family behind, and walked towards nature. There, he thought, he could live a self-sustaining, harmonious, and fair life. With time, he grew too attentive to the suffering of the animals he fed on.

“Please do not go…”, he painfully pleaded. She could not bear to hear his near demonic voice. “I know I have not been good, but I want to change, I need you to change me”, the voice implored. She made a gesture of looking back, but almost instantly realized the recklessness of that action. She exited the room. “Please look at me, I need you to look at me!”, he cried.

There lived two birds in that lake, a beautiful white female swan and a duck. She was constantly preening, eagarly awaiting the moment people came to admire her shape and bring her tributes. He didn’t receive any attention, moving quietly around the lake. The day came when authorities decided to relocate the duck, and just as they were about to capture him, the swan rushed in front of the duck, aggressively moving her elegant wings against his captors.

There, dancing in the shadows, where no one can see you, not even you, there, you can be anything. Don’t let the light come through, for then you will become. It wasn’t difficult for her to get along with Albert. He was talkative, and time had passed several times already. Albert had promised to take her to “the best place around here”, but apparently it was taking longer than expected.

“Hi there, what’s your name?”, she heard from a short distance. The voice, gentle, seemed to be of a middle-aged man. She looked at him, still detached from her surroundings. “Where am I?”. “I always get the same reply from new ideas”, he said in a casual way, while smirking slightly. “New ideas?”, that didn’t help with her quandary. “That’s right, you’re a new idea; ah, and to your question, you’re in The Confluence”.