Although my wish right now is to open de window and shout the good news to the top of my lungs, I shall remain quiet. Even if I want to tell everyone I know, I shall not speak. For this is a very special moment and, like everything worthy in this life, it deserves the beauty of silence and the marvel of the eye contact, the faces and the expressions that those faces will have when this actually happens.
When you come to me.
Kuh? Saena? Which will be your name?
I don't know. But I cannot wait to have you in my arms.
Esta es por ti, abuelo
Here we stand, open arms. This is home, where we are.
Ever strong in the world that we made.
I still hear you in the breeze, see your shadows in the trees.
Holding on, memories never change.
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