"mom
It was dark ...
Only ray of light in your eyes.
You taught me to breathe
and your insides caressed my fragile body.
He dreamed of colors
and I imagined beautiful,
were nine months in a pink world.
I grew up in a little with your warmth
feed me with your touch
and words of love.
Reached when
would meet,
was very sheltered
in fear of losing ...
It was light
a February morning,
Mom there was you
so wonderful and so sweet
as I had imagined.
I learned with the passage of time
and in my wanderings dangerous
of each of your advice
rated in each act
of my nineteen years
and dreaming each time
that I am away,
with your words
involving my experiences
and cow fears
of my youth."