When you are sad, call a whisper, -speak to him- and tell him what thing weigths in your soul,
When you are sad, knite a wool of sadness with blue strings flowing from your memory
And give it to a good friend, when you are happy, make a little floating light with
Pieces of bright, and store it in a jar, with enough transparency to shred light on the dark room
On a night full of stars, open the jar and the little spark may leave, if, by the end of the night
It doesn’t come back, don’t worry, it went back to the place it belongs.