She dreamed of parading in flowering stages in the world. She had all the dreams. She, pure and sweet
danced to the music, her smile was as vintage and antique paintings of Paris. She was not one, she was the star that shone on the tower, and sang the dawn in golden thread of hope. There was no sadness to so many hopes dreams. There was so much to believe. That was her catwalk . And the music which she danced. The integrity of that girl who crossed the world, only to be happy, paraded in the sky. Héber Bensi