I don’t know if I have find Frida’s or F’ridas found me. I know that between this riot of flowers, in the daily work of my hands, between intertwinings of bouquets and garlands, I am happy, here and now.

In Fridas I found a place suspended, beyond time and mutability, the opportunity to give smiles and small joys with a treasure chest of beauty, a moment of kindness, a moment of pause between the daring rides and the dizzying races of life.

My Fridas is the desire to welcome, the need to return to the roots, to the simplicity of authentic things, where everything begins.

I’ll wait for you here.
Do you want to give yourself a wish?
Start with a flower.