There are moments when silence leaves

Deeper traces than the voice

In the stillness of night, I feel your absence,

An empty space, yet full of presence.

People can be living works of art,

A tattoo on the soul and on the heart.

I dedicate my art to you, my he(Art),

It’s all that I have, it’s all that I am.

Memories that dance, an invitation to stay,

In discreet glances, a world to explore.

Your traces remain in me,

For my heart to remember

That you passed through here.

Time isn’t proportional to what I feel.

I dedicate my art to you, my he(Art),

It’s all that I have, it’s all that I am.

Memories that dance, an invitation to stay,

In discreet glances, a world to explore.

There are infinite colors in the skies,

You always color my gray days.