★ASMR Español★Poema del Bosque con Sesión de Sonidos 3D★ Con BIBI

SOUNDSCAPE 8:50 Gracias a mi querida amiga Bibi por aparecer en este vídeo. Esto es algo que escribí yo y lo dedico a la amiguita linda que me regaló el dibujo que vieron al principio. Este es un pedazo de mi alma.Espero que les guste! TRANSLATION: My name does not matter. What matters to me is for you to listen. Tell me if you have ever felt like I have. Have you ever thought that your breathing is made out of the same air that caresses the leaves of trees, refreshes the tongue of birds and witnesses the first flights of butterflies? It is your energy, the divine wind of your soul. Respect every breath, because we are made out of the same substances composing the marvellous marsterpiece of Nature. Let my being talk to you. I do not know who you are, but I will show you what I see through my eyes and my pen. Here is a piece of my soul. Here is a tiny bit of my story. Who am I? Am I a name or a sound artist, am I Kiki, or Kiara, who hopes to be a writer, am I the broken person who will never be whole again, who am I? Truth is, what matters to me the most is for you to listen and tell me if you have ever felt like I have. Alone, in a world of tasks and definitions, trapped in thousands of "you should be like this" and "I expected something else from you". During days such as today, where there are so many things to do, I feel trapped in a sense of angst, I end up feeling the same anxiety that people watching my videos suffer from. I was not kidding when I told you that I suffered from anxiety as well. I think it is something quite normal, especially if the amount of work is too much and it overwhelms us. We feel like running away, far, far away, out of ourselves, out of the world, to the point of disconnecting for a good while. And then, of course, come back. When I was 16, I used to say to myself: " I wish I could switch off the button of my life and float high up in the sky, higher than the stars and the planets, forgetting all my pain and suffering. I wish I could. " Afterwards, years of good and bad experiences taught me that life does not wait, life wants you to appreciate her now, not tomorrow, not yesterday, now, simply now. Then, who knows. No more or more still. And if you are not ready? You miss the train, then. Life is a beautiful and terrible woman, so spoiled and perhaps unstandably friendly with us, she does not accept to be told "no" or " later ". People who love her, to a certain extent benefit from her great energy, but people who hate her turn into ghosts, that is what I was for many years. Existing without living, inside the prison of my mind. Life does not wait. She wants you to appreciate her now, not tomorrow, not yesterday, now. Without any mask, without pretending to be happy or sad, simply by opening your arms for her, celebrating our sighs, that is all we need to do. Be who we are and nothing more. Therefore, we need to be warriors. We are used to see Nature as light, subtle, even harmless, but I never saw Nature this way. I always knew that under that disguise of silent child used to lay an entity, both sweet and terrible, capable of caressing you with the tendress of a mother and destroy with the indifference of a deamon soon after. Nature is a warrior and what you are watching is her beautiful war scene. In moments such as these, we need to plan everything carefully, as if we were creating an attack strategy, breathing in and out, very slowly and deeply. It is a chess game, a theatre play with no script, its success depends on your improvising skills. Everything I want to hear is the melody of your smile, which resembles the crunchy red leaves between my fingers. We can accomplish anything we want, even if things seem too big and limitating. Only Universe, with its humble vastity, has the right to stand upon us. Our mind has the great power of turning obstacles into doors, fears into wishes and angst of failure into hope of success. It all dwells in our hearts. Sometimes, we need someone to remind us of this, that is why poets exist: to make sure the soul of all the things in this world will never be lost or reimain silent, forever. My name does not matter. Am I Kiki or Kiara? It doesn't matter who I am. What matters to me is that you listened and that perhaps you did feel like I felt. I really hope you enjoyed! I love you all so much.