Dear uncle,
You came across my mind,
Knocking on the door of memory,
I donât know why you want to remind,
Me of what has passed away.
As you come into our minds,
The air feels heavy to breathe,
And the darkness surrounds like a sheath,
The ribs of each,
One of us.
The questions begin to be asked:
Why did you leave us so fast?
Couldnât you have stayed for a while with us?
Even if no, but why the ...