Sweet, beautiful, kind, caring, caring. I wanted to dedicate a poem to her: Of all the world where the color / lack that black, white and pastel remains because, she, these colors dresses and wears the world of these colors and everything else she is and touch these colors if it will transform flavors, odors, everything will overflow because it does not fit into patterns and divisions it is its own pattern and no one will ever know the colors that it is capable of dreaming.