As the last night I couldn´t touch my pillow and rest, someway ´cause I had this needy to say in these lines, how much I feel myself like living... breathing the air, this cold wind predicting another moment to remember that each season was inspiration, or something to wake up our dreams again.

And if I look around I can feel what other people had lived, such as sightseeing, the grass, their footprints, birds singing, replacing our voices in moments we could share the silence. Children playing as if they were adults, but just kids, just stars...

And where is mine? She´s feeling herself like one. But it´s different of course. A stronger child. But nobody can shut up children´s voices and dreams, can they? Thank goodness,... they wouldn´t dare. Because this is life in fact.

But I have to say that I don´t wanna be a lonely woman. Surrender her whole life , just because she was and is a strong child... I´m like the others, I realize it everyday, every moment, ...

I was raised to nurse someone, as I would nurse a friend or my love as well. I was raised as if my parents could see me in the future writing this letter of hope, singing feelings instead of working my occupation at all,... playing and dancing with the wind, slowly, following the songs I love so much.

Pearls and rocks, sunrise and sunset, paper and pencil, and here my lullaby song. The piano, the landscape...

Uau...! How much I needed to stay here and tell you what´s going on.

I always spoke about it, that I could never see myself alone. And I thank again for listening to me. To understand me. I am beloved. I´m living my life just because I´m not alone.