Sister, thank you for another day.

It’s a privilege I’d taken from granted. To breath and walk and the rest.

I was handicapped for a while. Long time ago. And, since that day…

I learned how precious every moment is. No, no, is not the old cliche.

I felt in my bones the absence of strength. I felt in my lungs the absence

of air. I felt limbless. Discomfort every second. Hungry less. Sleepless.

Some nights lasted an eternity. Others only a Millenium. Felt empty.

Devoid of a myriad of things I said, took for granted. No more.

I realize now the economy of words. The importance of precious time.

Who are really truthful in their love and friendship.

Who are not. Realized I don’t like being around many people.

Sweet sister Evening. You were always next to me. Sitting by my side in

my workroom. Laying by my side the entire night. Till you went to

sleep when Dawn broke. And now we are chatting one more time.

You and brother Silence are really, really the best company I imagined.

Leading me to think and appreciate with great pleasure the small

things of Life. Which don’t exist. Everything is as big as the sun.

Everything is as powerful as its solar rays. As is the moon that keeps

you company too.

For all that, sweet sister Evening. I love you.

Thank you for showing me the stars and bringing me the aroma of

Flor de Noche.

Yours.

EO