The beauty of her face
Is only matched
By the beauty of her heart
She can be as fierce
As she can be gentle
She embodies both
The mother of all the mothers
And the daughter of all daughters
While she is alive
The world would be afraid
That it might be outdone
When she dies
The world itself will feel like dying
For a piece of the soul of the world
Would have gone with her.
Writings by Cristina 