How can so much love come from so much sadness? How can so much joy come from so much melancholy? How can all this go so straight to our soul? How can this songs and this voice fill us with … life? How can we feel the inner heat left by her even in this cold night? Maybe we don’t need to know. Maybe we only need to see and feel it happening.
Sometimes the words are not enough to tell everything. Sometimes my love, all I can say to you is this – wherever you are, vaya con dios.
