photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.

And it would make us laugh

when we would remember

how we thought we had

said everything, felt everything,

while our opera was only just beginning.

We were touching, with such fragilely,

with the tip of our desires,

the alpha and the omega

of the stories we would live

and would lead us one day, to laugh

at our naivete.