The spirit of parrots
Prologue
By Lorenzo, a parrot who learned to fly late — but in time
I was not born to live in a cage.
No winged creature was.
But for years, I believed that was my fate. I believed the world was the size of my enclosure, that silence was peace, and that bars were care. Until one day, someone heard me. Not my songs — because I had stopped singing — but my silence. And that someone decided to change the story.
That someone is you.
Every time you read, every time you feel, every time you choose to question what you were always told. Every time you understand that setting free is not about opening a door — it is about dismantling a culture.
This book is not about me, even if you see me flying across many pages. It is about what we represent. About what we teach each other: that freedom is not a gift, it is a commitment. That love is not holding on, it is staying alongside. That flying is not always taking flight — sometimes it is remaining, with dignity.
The stories you are about to read were written by humans who dared to look again. To see the parrot not as an object, not as a symbol, but as someone. As a subject. As a spirit.
If any line in this book shakes you, moves you, or makes you uneasy — then this flight will have been worth it.
From some branch,
Lorenzo
Rehabilitated and free parrot
Fundación Loros
