Between the paragraphs of the self

A book that touches the details of a person in their silent moments, those that are not narrated but remain. It takes the reader on a contemplative journey between the initial roots of pain, the fertile soil of growth, and reaching the sap of the trunk where new beginnings start. Written in a soft literary style that combines prose and feeling, between confession and silence, to be a sincere companion in the stations of searching for the self, not teaching you how to overcome, but sitting beside you when words are not found… until in the end a small rose blooms, as if it is a hidden promise that hope does not disappear, but waits for us to see it again.