She gently squeezed my hand for the last time

Never again would I feel the warmth of her fingers

      She passed away leaving her soul to me

                 I will keep my promise

                     Farewell my love.

                    To Rosa

    Year of Birth  

      Year of Death 

       Year of Joy

        Year of Grief

         Year of Victory

          Year of Defeat

           Year of Fire

           Year of 1985

            Year of  Shout