Kept silent every piece of art, painting tears, coloring the pain, outlining the loneliness, portraying your silence. You left me, I made a masterpiece, it bears my name because the cracks of the pieces of my canvas united showed me your face in memory, I united them with determination, and I painted it from oblivion. After extinguishing my glow, I rescued my conscience within ignorance and innocence, and immersed myself in the craziest and worrying idea; to love myself. But to love me, first I had to exist, but the steel was all that remained of my past, my new me must be then, different from the cracked wood, or the brittle stone, but not flamboyant and blinding enough to lose my sight, like gold. I decided to train my mind on the notes of Mozart and each title of the deepest symphonies, my wrist moved painting again to draw a new heart for me, I cultivated my soul from the finest aromas and my crystalline eyes from the finest stones. I was created in transparency and vision, freedom and reflection, peace and depth, However, even though I painted, sculpted, played, and prepared, every part that is in me was created by you, except for my mind, since yours was not bright enough to love me.
