The weeping of death and the joy of eternal rebirth are in your voice. And you are who reveal the mystery. You are who conquer fear. You are the one who make equal the rich and powerful with the humble and abandoned ones. Your hands seem fragile and delicate but they are enormous claws that at a moment time, can snatch the life of a whole nation. You are the lady of silence, the open tomb, the eyes lost in the infinite and the heart that has stop beating. But you are not only fright, but also a calmed field for the anxious spirit, since the ones who are trapped by you, does not even have hope. You take everything as if you were fire, that not even calms with the burning of the ashes, that is not enough for you, does not satiate you. You demand, protest and flee...continuation>