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my soul close his eyes and flew alone to enjoy it even more.

Then the song ended. And I cried. No sorrow, nor sadness, even happiness. I cried because I had never thought it could be something as beautiful as that tune. Never.

There was not in the light of lightning, or in the afternoon laughing, or in the pages of books that I thought the most beautiful thing existed. Did not exist in any other world that had been me or in any oddsNo other hero or another adventure. Was not even in the rain always falls from the sky as if crying. Not in the clouds that tell stories, or poems that start smiles.

knew that something so beautiful, so beautiful, only existed in the hearts and could not get them. It's a feeling that has no name because there is a set of letters or syllables are not able to name and embrace all that entails. It's something we all feel but we do not mind and we set ourselves.

In my heart, a melody. More like a white room and wall tilesis cream colored, light-colored sunflowers, the wind playing with the curtains, a piano and the guy who played it.

He looked at me a smile. And he told me. I was a girl with the soul of the book.

That morning I woke up and saw it all differently. The world was round, spinning faster, more shining. I do not know yet why, but since then I am a little happier, even if sometimes I forget and cry. So I have only to remember that melody, that boy, and return to that room, to listenchat playing again. Because I know I will be there, locked inside of me that I may go to it whenever you need. I know there's going to hug me or tell me nice things or comfort. But I know I will play for me. And there can be nothing better to tear a smile on his lips.

I've never tried to explain to anyone what I felt then and still feel now. Because I know that nobody will understand, that is something we all have and that is just us, nobody else's. Who is locked in the darkroom of memory with a window to a door corazónythe soul.

That is our best friend, our platonic love, a father and a mother, a brother, our dog or our cat. That is all that and more.

I know that this morning I woke up knowing that I am a girl with the soul of book that dream with a song.

__________________ Hala.