Behind everything they told me to be, should be, fulfill be. Grant and shut up. Behind all the regrets of not having fulfilled what was expected, if not as predicted. Behind every belief of every self-fulfilling thought, of each spasm between criticisms, of each marked path.

Behind the relationship in which I gave and gave, masks. Behind the carnival of appearances. Behind the kisses for not hurting, and compulsory care. Behind all that my soul remains pure... essence soul.

Beautiful breezes that move my hair, sand that relaxes my fingers Volcanoes that whisper stories to me, wild animals that speak to me in dreams.

I have the sweet intuition, revealing truths inherent in my nature. I have the roar, the stealth, footprints with courage that smooth the way.

I have the potential to be life and to give it With every gesture at every look, to each kiss canned laughter, the dances alone and fights against the tide.

The memory of my grandmothers encouraging me to follow the paths more leafy. I have the one that doesn’t matter who I was, nor who I will be, and with each blow of heart, I remember at times boom boom

I’m not the shell, nor the limit. I have freedom unstitching my clothes and leaving me naked. Perfectly Imperfect with this body that contains me, like the puddle to the sea. roots, drops, spring, soil, clouds, leaves, mud, wind, trunk, rain, fire.

I’m out of breath of the butterflies that carry my dreams. The girl who laughs and looks at me It fits me. I wish we would remember.