She discovered herself a spinner, main creator and responsible for her reality. She assumed the spinning mill as part of her trade, she knew it was only the beginning. Step by step she would become a weaver. She practiced the art of cleaning, carding and spinning until becoming an expert. Surprised one day she looked at herself as a weaver of reality, her youth allowed her to always see with a fresh look, that innocence of the heart that surprises when she recreates herself from her spontaneous nature. She wove her own song, on her trail she left colorful trails like warm seeds.