To the memory of Vicky VUADI (1965-2010) br br Today I notice br How that thing called life br Is extremely short br Complicated process br In which we look for br Every little spectre of hope. br Hope we need before going! br To school br To church br To work br To hospital br Hope that tries to hide the death br That forbids us think when we shall go br Every day is a sentence br Said, aloud but unconsciously. br Born, alive with all imaginable joys br But somewhere… br We must find that last accent, br To be downloaded by Angels.