I never thought the stars would make me cry until you became a part of them without warning...

   Its light hurts my heart, which continues to long for your love, and bothers my eyes, which beg to see your face again.  It also reminds me that when I had you I made many mistakes;  my wild selfishness did not allow me to see beyond myself.

   And every new morning that I wake up without hearing your voice feels like a dagger straight to the heart, as if a black hole swallowed all our good moments, leaving only suffering behind.

   Because even if ten thousand moons pass and I lose count of how many times the sun has set, what will always hurt me the most will be not having given you your value.

   For this very reason, although this horrible feeling is my punishment, I will pray that divine justice finds me and makes me pay appropriately for your undeserved suffering.

   Beyond that, I will miss you every day.  To you, my beautiful mother who since I was little was my joy... My greatest support in the nights and days... the same one who taught me to live with a lot of energy and not to go back even if I lost my guide... The new star brighter in its path.