The Christmas closes with the crying from my eyes
And the darkness turns off my heart,
I remember when I fought for be right your side
But the time tire my heart.
My soul releases from my body to look for you in the distance
And find you sleeping over your savannas,
And sing you this last poetry
Because in your dreams, you hear me.
Hug me, it’s the last time that you will do,
Kiss me, you know that I will remember too,
Stop to cry although you don’t be Part Of My Life now
Book I: Yin Yang
Chapter I: My Heart Is Dead