She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
Sometimes you may feel alone with your thoughts, but you look around and the beauty of your city gives you the strength to fly again..
I do not remember who you are or if you never existed, maybe it was just an illusion that I brought with me all these years ..
Behind me the memories of a life, while forward a future that I don't know and that I do not have the strength to tell whether or not scare me..
I look away for something that does not even know if it exists, but I will not stop doing it, meanwhile my city is here with me..
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy..