Exceptionally for this blog, I haven't had the courage to process these pictures and turn them to B&W. All my buddies have grown and turned to red in a matter of days. Few days more and they will be all dead petals laying down on the floor of my terrace. The cycle has passed its climax and slowly turns to the end.
I'm thinking about my job ... and what will happen to me in the coming weeks.
I already wrote this would have been a red month, a month of passion, a bloody month. The fight I'm carrying on together with my colleagues is harsh and is distracting me too much, more than expected.