Who gave you that last hug,
the one that healed your soul…
that split your fears into pieces…
who took any discomfort…?

Who caressed your hand…
and dragged all the sand of the desert as a wave?

Who kissed your cheeks,
and you kissed the same sky?

Who discovered you the real truth,
and with this you did not need
more handkerchiefs?

Who heard your misgivings,
and embalmed them with consolation?

Who covered you with mimes,
when you were in your grief?

Who, who comforted you once again
from your strife…?