Retrato de F

She drinks too much. She thinks too much. She feels intensely. She loses her grip and keeps finding it over and over again. She is tough, yet as tender as can be. She's been carrying responsibilities that are not hers for too long. If she cried more, her chest would be relieved. She is so young that she feels old.

When she looks at herself in the mirror, she can't see her astounding beauty. Youth still clouds her perception. However, her insights cut through misconceptions like a sword.

Her words can be burning pieces of charcoal or the softest petals dropped by a dying flower.