Minca, Minquilla linda. I called you, I looked for you. You found me. Your breath, your darling head. Your head resting on my hand. Your hand extended. Your heart beating on me, lulling me to sleep. Great nappers! I miss you already, I love you. Love trumps death, and death is not the end.
I guess you're now back with the gang of emesitas, and getting to know those who did not lived with you this side of love. Stand by me, please, all of you.
