I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
I felt no shame. Only one thought had passed through my mind when I had taken off my last piece of clothing and stood naked: I belong to myself. I was not like my mother who had to get permission of all her relatives and ancestors before making any decisions about her life.
She was ruled by ghosts and their dead words: La decencia, el sacrificio, el deber de la mujer buena, para la familia. But in the end, had all these magic formulas saved any of us from pain?
It was time to learn a new language.