After my mom’s death, birds became very symbolic for me. First, because sometimes I had the impression that some of them came to bring me some needed message in moments of deep sorrow. And second because I went to a grief support group and its acronym was AVES, a synonym of birds in Spanish. There I met beautiful birds who shared with me their loss, their profound scar and taught me so much.

I was completely lost and I couldn’t find my path again, but they answered all my questions with their stories without even realising it, until I found out that we were a reflection of one and another: we were all Broken Birds and that particular thing made us wiser inside.