Happy Abril! Within the quiet walls of my hermitage, I find solace. Every wind that brushes against my window, every delicate flower that blooms in my garden, they all whisper poetry to my soul.

The walls of my mind, sturdy and unyielding, insist that happiness lies within these familiar confines. They tell me love is not essential for survival, that solitude can be its own kind of sanctuary.

If only I could leave my mind behind, step into the unknown, and embrace the whispers of Abril.

© Beatriz Esmer