Everything begins with love for women, love for their beauty and sweetness. A woman is like a rose, strong, yet also fragile. She must be touched gently, caressed, nurtured, and loved. The rose, like all flowers, will break if held too tightly, her petals fall and she dies. But the rose has a defense against this harm... her thorns. They help protect her from those who want to break her, while welcoming those who approach herwith gentleness and love. Butterflies, surrounding the scene, elevate this sensitivity of fragility, because despite their own fragility, they fly. They fly lightly, as high as possible, to reach their goals. They are afraid, but they do not give up. They fly from flower to flower, from rose to rose, gently brushing the petals and landing softly with love, delicacy, and respect.