My friend, you will be in my heart forever/
you proved to be a great man and this is not simple in this blue rounded ship headed to nowhere,
so my friend, cosmic dust we may mean to the whole universe
but a whole universe we mean to our loved ones.
Your hands helped to shape our souls, bringing artistic comfort to our suffered eyes.
Life would be just impossible without art so thank you, thank you.
Your hands protected your gates,
they also sailed different seas where I bet you cried.
Your hands called your dogs and they smiled.
The other day I read the sun may die in four or five billion years so what is the purpose of life ? Art and moments perhaps.
That we will not know so easy but rest in piece and assured that your hands will never be forgotten !