Once each letter is ready and packed, take them to their destination, leave them there, without looking back, sure of what you had chosen.
I walked all the way to my destination, I reached a bridge, a bridge that looked white because of the cover generated by the snow and the cold of that winter. I stood on the edge of it, and since I still lacked courage, I decided to think a little more.
I started to wander and little by little, I narrowed my eyes until I remembered something. One last memory of my childhood.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be like the red canary my grandmother had. Always happy, and always singing, a very difficult dream to fulfill, but a dream of a child who believed it possible. Remembering that red canary brings me a bit of melancholy for those times when everything was easier. I may be rambling a bit, but I loved hearing that canary sing.
The snow continues to fall and cover everything, bringing that cold that chills to the bone. A blizzard that makes you miss the heat.
I wonder if I should try to fly like my grandmother's red canary, although if I think about it ... all his life he was locked in a cage, singing for others, or perhaps allowing his song to be stolen by others. The day I opened the cage, my grandmother didn't stop screaming for over an hour. But ... I will never be able to forget how that red canary flew, it looked like it would eat the sky, until a cat jumped from the ceiling on it and ... well, you know what happened.
Like the canary, I decided to open my cage too.
And that morning, under that cloudy sky and that red-tinged snow, lay a body that would never feel warm again.
But ... If you look into the distance, you can see a red canary singing, ready to take flight to warmer lands.