How long have I been looking for myself and getting lost? This day I walk a path that reminds me of my 16 years, that time when a fractured heart wandered through this place.

Being under this sky again allows me to see pass before me the summary of half a life traveled, what remains of that young woman who cried under the branches of this tree?

Sometimes I don't know what remains of me or that it always belonged to me, it becomes more and more difficult for me to define myself, I feel far from that young woman and so close to accepting myself as I am.

I hope to tolerate myself more each day, not to be as harsh as at that time, to let myself be embraced more and more by the breeze that runs under this blue sky.