Bicho, what an incredible exchange with her. It's even difficult to find words for the moments I share with her. As Bukowski says: "Love? It's like when you see the mist in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes up. It's like a brief moment that then disappears. Just that, love is a mist that burns with the first light of reality ." Understand love as affection and attention... I hope our moments continue like this. Peace and good Trys (will aunt)