To be a bird.

To rise and love freely. To no longer cry under the weight of passing stares in late-night streets.

In Birds Don’t Cry, bodies transform into human birds. Plumage becomes both ornament and armor, a way of existing, of resisting.

To be a bird is to assert oneself, more beautiful than ever, through colors, feathers, and emotions, whether they are expressed or silently carried.

It is a fight against the injustices of the world. A stand for plural identities. A way to build a nest despite everything.

Together, united and strong, we rise.

And with our feathers, we create a freer future, a more beautiful future.

To be a bird is to love, to resist, to create, and to endure.