Alfonsina y el mar
Por la blanda arena que lame el mar
Su pequeña huella no vuelve mas
Un sendero solo de pena y silencio llego.
A Butterfly, the answer to WHY?
I went to bed with a question, I woke up with a question, I lived every day with this question in my heart… Why? Why the struggle? Why the pain? Why the trials? Why the suffering? Why?
Last words to my child
“If these were the last words you were to share, what would you like to be remembered for?”