"She's was never sure about the future, especially if she landed hard after a jump. Too many ideas running wild and making a puppet of her decaying soul. It was difficult most of the times, but certain days were unyielding to a breaking point; nevertheless, her hands pressed the floor once more and her wings grasped the wind with sheer will and resolve.It was not like that at first. As she was broken so many times it was harder with every cycle to paste the pieces together. But like the Japanese art of kintsugi, she was not something to hide but rather she was perfecting the healing with every turn.She learned with each pass that chances are not random events but preferences and choices. And she made better ones until her path was clearer and free of pervasive influences around her. Greener pastures were ahead, a full experience and detailed events filled with life, goals and dreams. And as with most dreams, a nightmare made its presence a turning point. A river parting the park into symmetrical lands and a bench under the natural shadow was always waiting for her to sit, relax and return to her roots while talking to him. As the sun kissed her face and grasped the corner of the plaque, her inner demons decided that she earned the right to peace".First time publishing, this book can be defined as the combination of multiple creative projects into one. Some of the scenes were initially conceived as individual stories behind one or more of the original instrumental melodies composed by the author's son as he was studying and learning music composition. Others were the result of a very simple dare with friends and foes: "give me a number and a topic, and I will create a short story about it".But once all of the separate stories were put together, they shared a common denominator, forming an interconnected path towards a continuous abstraction of the same dream.
