Bs. As., March 12th,2009. br br For Mariano Moruja br br In my dreams, you turn into br a black bird and fly, br as I see your fire eyes, that br already, left me behind. br br Tell me! , I beg thee, br World, Ocean, Stars: br Have you felt him, br or seen his flying hands? br br Though wounded, he can dance; br all marble, tough warrior, br and still, br all feelings, tears and heart. br br His quest? the bravest. br He exposes his Heart, where no ideals exist; br he dares to sparce Hope, where no faith there is. br Even sourrounded by Chaos, his warm refuge, resists. br br He `s always in battle, so far away. br I dream of his hands, moving gracely in the air; br let me rest in his spirit, br before I awake.