What she told me...

Sphinx

The queen came to get my hair out

To show myself

And not hide myself

To recognize my beauty in every curve

And give recognition to the wind in the corners

It comes with something a little different from the serenity that is bliss,

Recognize the celebration that exists here below among humans

That they still dare to see among the traces of volcanic sand;

Those who hide because they are believed to be crazy,

Those who the freedom of dawn

He whispers secrets to them,

Those who hear your breath,

And how thirsty they go through life with thirst to meet you, mother.