Birds she sees them every day, as they chant in the air and make lovely melodies for ears that do not deserve that sweetness. She observes them flying every day and feels envy towards them. Their beautiful wings spreading and making them take off. Flying from one place to the next. Being able to sing all day to someone in the skies. To believe they are going in search for someone they need, but without a rush. That they are free and have one another, and for now that's enough. Watching how they stay faithful to each other in a beautiful group and take care of each other. Birds never look behind them, always in front of them. When they fly away it is never to look beyond them, but what is waiting for them. When a bird is ready to leave with its wings spread and ready to go chanting to God in the sky. She likes to believe that birds are the ones who come to watch her every day, to see if she is doing well. Then, when they fly away, to pass on all the stories, tears and smiles to someone waiting for her.

The birds are the messengers from her to someone. Someone she may have loved or just someone waiting for her. Watching her and someone else, until they find each other.