Old man: hey, my son.

Clint: Hey…Long time no see you.

Old man: You know, a long time ago, all of this was a green a beautiful garden of dreams and hope.

Clint: Seriously? What happened?

Old man: Nobody knows. Only one day the grass started to being dry and just died.

Clint: That is horrible, especially because is not a specific reason, just happened.

Old man: Well, my son, remember this: Everything eventually dies and finish, but usually the flowers grow up again, and de dropped seeds start to being stronger and colourful. Is a circle, is the life’s nature. Maybe we are on a longer fall, without our flower fields, but the flowers only can grow up if you take care than they. Let it happened, lei it grow, my son.