Con tal de verte volar

Con tal de verte volar is a tribute to the wings that guide your flight to where only the cry of freedom, of the free woman, is heard.

"I write this book

because I don't know how to build nuclear bombs

and, after all,

I'll have to throw something at you."

From Madrid to the sky, only passing through the fifth floor of the street where we said our first "Always" in poem format. I never knew how to say goodbye and now I've found a way: looking at the sky, knowing that I'll never see you fly again, but smiling because I know you're out there, looking like the sun, being my light.