People go, people come, things happen but they sometimes don't heal, you have been destroyed with their words. Knowing that you will not be the same person when you hear their cruelty is just an irreversible feeling, which is incapable of feeling loved and wanted again, expecting that from anyone but not from that bird that used to sing to you in the mornings in order to open your eyes. and then; with a grotesque feeling, ending what you were just building with them, as if it was composed by materials as wood and sticks, such as a nest in an immense tree. Something stronger than an earthquake, something more fearless than a hurricane, a wild whirlpool full of...