After the storm crystallized in the leaves of the tree that holds with a thin thread Gaianauta's chrysalis, a soft warm wind blew and the cocoon begins to crack, the tender voices of the wind whisper in Gaianauta's ear as she begins to see the rays of Sun penetrating the cocoon that was now ready to detach from her and she from him.
 The murmurs say on to her: "In your wings you carry the dust and the pollen, the spores of life and creation. Now you have learned that your words become actions, with the sweetness that you will suck the nectar of a flower is with the tongue you will speak. Taking the nectar is only to spread it. Your flight will be blind ... Trust ... every flight will remove a layer of the bandage with which you have been reborn, since your eyes changed perception, you will see and witness the whole. Experience life inside out, from cocoon to butterfly. You see the colors of the earth coded in your garments, learn from their vibrations ...¨
 And a very deep and absolute white wrapped Gaianauta as she traversed the fine silk threads that sheltered her. In the distance a river was heard singing, fluid as seen on the universal altar. Gaianauta begins to declare: "In my wings I carry the firmament, I enter the omnipresence. The all I manage to be, soft as caresses I feel my wings stretch and unfold slowly¨
 With tears dripping from her cheeks she faces the pain caused by the wounds on her skin that as a crater begin to expand opening out the membranes of her wings ready to fly. Gaianauta exposed her soul to the currents of the singing wind, the leaves of the tree begin to let go, as the trees begin to dance while Gaianauta undressed, releasing her cocoon and the security held inside. Rolled up, kneeling to herself, she allows the blooming of her wings blessed by the powders and magic pollen that are released from the thread that wove her cocoon.
With her hand in her heart she surrenders to her own heartbeat connected to the song of the sirens in the sky.
 Discomfort and vulnerability became allied teachers, as a key Gaianauta understood that giving yourself to them and opening yourself to pain is to transform it into love.
Create yourself, die and be reborn as you palpitate from the central heart of the Universe.
Weaving worlds and dimensions, the map awaiting her flight is drawn. Map that is already drawn in the embroidery and weaving of the wings that rest on her back. To look at your wings will, you will have to rely fully on the radar of your intuition.
 The serene sprinkled her wings, a crystalline ray of sun shone on them and warmed them up, preparing them for her first flight. In the melody of her first flutter a whole life was seen, clear the sound and vibration of the heart that echoes in all the galaxies was heard.
