Necesito saber hoy de tu vida

Sometimes this kind of story turns out to be something more, some glimpse of life that expands like those japanese paper balls you drop in water and then after a moment they bloom into flowers, and the flower is so marvelous that you can’t believe there was a time when all you saw in front of you was a paper ball and a glass of water.
SUSAN ORLEAN, The Orchid Thief