Theresa is a woman of the Italian high society, married to a respectable husband and lost in a betrayal that initially seems to bring a breath of fresh air to the solitude she has always lived in. Unconsciousness and rationality fight on the stage while Theresa tries to reconstruct her experiences, find an identity and put a name to what is constantly shaking her soul. What is keeping Theresa from living the real life she desires? Her husband, her children or maybe the society itself? Above all, what could be called true love? Se son rose, fioriranno.