There was a time when a girl wanted to write a cute lullaby, 

until she began to cry, could not stop writing.

There were dry tears wetting 

her page.

Beautiful nights go away.

The fears became black angels sleeping in my bed.

And the light was over when she spoke

"Goodbye to you beautiful song without words of love"

and then all end.

Sin la necesidad de escribir, nuestros sueños de trascender a la eternidad no fuera mas que eso... un sueño.

Cinthia Chalas en un Plato de Avellanas.