There are moments that come to our lives, moments that forge a set of feelings and moments found that drown and humiliate the mind in a resounding and endless silence. A silence where there is no escape or exit, where we all want to shout loudly, to vent and release everything that suffocates and overwhelms us, but impotence and weakness, win over every effort that is made and sinks into silence, what produces and triggers the overwhelming exit of a small tear, which runs along the delicate and mistreated cheek of the person, which contains in its interior, small flashes and gray points which reflect. the suffering and the unheard-of pain that that experience has caused for that person, giving way to the heartbreaking pain in the silence where nobody can hear or feel what happens, where the only witnesses of these overwhelming events are the rose and the of the wind, which are innocuous witnesses of the pain and suffering reflected in that person's face, which channels everything through this tear, trying to drain what overwhelms her, the worry and pain reflected in her look and facial expressions.
