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.
