-I am not, so you can be. I don't want to say a word, so you can shape with your blood. I will carry you in me and nobody will be able to separate us ever.

In this insignificant life, your presence will stay for a long time. What is curious about this is that without you, I am nothing. And without  me, you are nothing.
We are mystery and wonder.

The charm of two nothings that by joining, have become an all, which recreates every day, expanding and not dying. Because we are loyal witnesses of the chronicle of life, of the dreams:

I am the blank paper and you are the ink on top.-