Marguerita

I visited an artist's studio today. The artist's name is Marugerita, a wife and a mother of two sons. She is a fiftiesh beautiful lady. Her place was chaotically full of her toys and artworks. She showed me "Yukiko," one of her box arts. Yukiko was her childhood friend, when she was living in Brazil. After they had spent 2 years together, Yukiko left for Tokyo, giving her two small "Kokeshi dolls," which are Japanese wooden dolls. They had been writing letters to each other untill she did not receive back from Yukiko. Many many years past, and she finally knocked on the door of Asahi Newspaper in NY to ask them to search for Yukiko. Her request traveled all the way to Japan and was publushed in the section of missing pepole. Yukiko's father happened to see the newspaper and wrote a letter to her, saying that Yukiko had past away already. "Yukiko" is the memoir of them. She put the "kokeshi dolls," their childhood pictures, the letter from her father, the newspaper and a broken watch together. The "Kokeshi dolls" kiss in the box. "I will not sell this," she was looking at "Yukiko," with thoughtful eyes. " I wanted to go to Japan to visit her," she added. "We can go," I replied. I loved all her creations there, and especially, "Yukiko" was touching. It was inspiring to have met this lady Marugerita.
http://www.themindofmarguerita.com/

natane

Natane is my name and means a seed of flower.
I did not like it, when I was little. I wanted to have names that everyone had, something like Yuko or Eriko.
The name ends with "Ko."
Now, I like it. So far, I have never met anyone who has the same name. Cool...?
Natane is not a flower... is a seed. I guess... it iplies that the internal self is more importaint than the outernal one...
I wonder when I myself broom flowers....