And I believe him because I trust him. I believe him because he speaks to me from the depths of my heart, there where that little ray of light lives, passing through my veins, through my pores and coming out of my skin. I believe him because he belongs to me and I, in a sublime act of love, blindly believe him and in him I feel safe. Because I'm safe. It's mine.
It is that layer of skin that I feel warm and that protects me from everything and that takes care of me from everything and that eventually I accidentally hit and that separates me from others and that many times has also united me with them. And the one that allows me to cuddle with my son and feel him close and touch everything, smell everything, feel everything, hug everything, see everything. It is that wonderful place that I occupy and that I live in and that I feel belongs to me, and in which I take refuge and which also takes refuge in me, when many times I do not treat it as it should be.
When my body speaks to me, it does so lovingly and lets me know what to do, who to be with, and who not to be with. Where should I go and where not? When should I continue and when should I stop? When to start and when to finish. Right now he's talking to me, he whispers words of love to me, telling me, wait, you've already finished your fourth book, but this is the first of many that you're going to publish. Smile, on your way down, stop and go kiss your son's forehead, go and dream of Gaia and the Dream Place, receive that sun that you love so much, and go visit Rosita so they can have chocolate parviado and together laugh at life