I feel helplessness in my heart because of the distance that separates me from my town, because of the absent hug towards my mother. I cry for migration, I cry for loneliness and I slowly catch fire when I know I'm far from those I love. The insecurity of the streets of Buenos Aires takes my breath away, and fear hides behind anxiety. From here the thirst for a future with my loved ones gives me the drive to do well, to take care of myself and water my garden, so that when they arrive, the promise I make to myself of being able to be fertile land and a warm space, is fulfilled. .
