This is what I wanted to give to Mozart in her birthday... But she can receive it now, anyway.


Mozart, sweet girl,
in your little Heaven
you're just great,
Princess Girl.
Mozart, Love-Star...
Not a single tear
will ever change
your smiling face.

We miss you,
we love you,
and cry for you...
But that's how things are here.
The only thing you must do,
is to shine with joy
like newborn stars
as much as you want.

Princess of Sands,
your tears have become
the longed rain,
bringer of hope.
Shed no more tears...
Even your lost children
will be there,
always for you.

You've been
after all
the best mother,
because a bleeding heart
is just as good as one
which can keep around
the ones that loves
and wants to care for.
(Your heart knows...).

Remember
to look
always forward,
and see what you may find...
For what we think it's lost
will return some day
a hundred times
and covered with gold.

Mozart, sweet girl,
if you're still in Heaven,
now I think
(even believe),
that you're called there
"Princess Mother Star"
by many a soul,
Desert Girl.


My latest poem for Mozart, the Meerkat; the melody is the same of "Michelle, ma belle..."