Mother...I will be you, thousand years later.
My mother is the sea...
I'm made of water, sand and coral. Through my veins, the sap runs...
My eyes are the quetzal, my ears seem orchids and my hands, real moonlight.
I will not lie and remain under moist soil...In my dying days, I will burn and reborn into a fireblood Cockspur coral Tree...
- Yaguareté Bride.
I'm made of water, sand and coral. Through my veins, the sap runs...
My eyes are the quetzal, my ears seem orchids and my hands, real moonlight.
I will not lie and remain under moist soil...In my dying days, I will burn and reborn into a fireblood Cockspur coral Tree...
- Yaguareté Bride.