She sleeps inside she's broken, divided body, mind and conscience, she's a moment, such and innocent beautiful moment, a fragile creature that cannot be left alone. Every demanding part of her anatomy, needs us, needs us, pure essence, a loving living angel. For her a light, light, in the night, night, a soft frabric, a soft hand, a red flower, a hot chocomilk, a Providencia's, freshly baked sweet bread, means a testimony of the greatness of her God, definitely the only reason for her smile, literally her words are spoken by the wind, same as a bird learning to fly.

Say my name, please read my eyes again, thanks for being yourself, for your castle, your garden, your hair.

WHAT MAKE US CLOSE? WHAT MAKE US HUMAN? WHAT JOINS OUR HANDS AND SEEKS TO RULE US? COULD IT BE LOVE OR BLOOD OR FATE IN SEARCH OF FREEDOM? YOUR MIND IS STILL AND YET, HOW FULL IS YOUR HEART. I STAND BESIDE YOU AND PREPARE TO TAKE FLIGHT, ARE WE TO SHARE A SINGLE WING AND GLIDE THROUGH DARKNESS?

(your mind is still and yet how full is your heart...)
She didicated her life to give, and with a smile, console and accompany, your inspiration, an example and so precious, so this is a tribute to your beauty, that's a treasure, I know that now is it difficult to, contact your eyes, that's why I prefer, to look where you look, either, following a bee or staring at the sky or gazing at a tree.

A young father died, leaving a widow named Rose, one by one, oh! One by one, her children came along two daugthers and ten sons. Tic tac to a tic tac toe a tic, after that, while praying to God, the most difficult thing for her, was to recite again; "Thy will be done".

WHAT MAKE US CLOSE? WHAT MAKE US HUMAN?...
A young father died...

She sleeps inside, she's broken, a fragile creature that cannot be left alone, you know, her body would turn off. Say my name, your castle, your garden, your hair.

WHAT MAKE US CLOSE? WHAT MAKE US HUMAN?...