In the window of the room there are flowerpot, there I see birds landing and singing happily, seeking dry leaves to do their nests. They jump from flower on flower as a fun dance.

They fly as smoothly as if it was the own wind. No fear, nothing they impede to fly!!!

They are the own lesson of the freedom!

I look at me and I see that I feel like in a cage flying, but the memories, the fears, the past that it doesn't return more and insists to appear in my mind and heart, without asking license, cloistering my heart and arresting my soul, closing the door of my freedom.

I know that my soul is sister of those birds and she also want to fly, but she lives in the prison of myself.