It was my grandmother who taught me to listen to the song of the birds. Throw her eyes I learned to contemplate those little birds and to perceive what made them so special. Together we heard the blackbird sing among the rumble of the city that was slowly awakening, trying to guess where the bird was. Grandma was my best teacher: she taught me all the secrets of nature, the magic of flowers, the spirit of monarch butterflies... For this reason, even if she is now gone, she will live in me through the song of nature.