The sweet seed flibbook

It was evident that I was going at a crazy, different and uncoordinated rhythm,
where I felt constantly disadvantaged - while I was on foot, they seemed to ride
a skate or bicycle - fast and very lucky. My mother, a woman with an
affectionate and tender gaze, when she saw the despair that fitted into my mind,
whispered in my ear - do not despair, my little one, the wind always arrives at its
moment and in its time - you will fly and grow ... And my eyes shone brightly like
the spring sun, they sparked in different directions, I looked big and powerful.
Time passed and the days became extinct with their nights, the sky went from
being illuminated by the moon to being illuminated by the sunlight, the mornings
became afternoons and the afternoons in darkness, forming in me a thin trunk
and without the contexture of a thick tree.