My work is definitely tired,I do really well, and only, I can do it, loading souls in my arms and walk the path that only I know well, is extraordinary. Only I can give that despite to everyone, and that inexplicable tranquillity to who I hug.

Needless to introduce myself, never need, you can guess who I am, either way we will know in due course, we can not talk much, because everything will be strange to you and often everyone left without words.

Sometimes I feel like humans, I feel strange, useless, despised, I feel, I feel sentimental, I wonder suddenly so much, especially in the solitude, begins to think about my existence, I exist, really I exist?, and if so, does it make any sense my existence?

There are advantages and disadvantages to be me, I'm only, am I ... nobody can me no lies about what happened, the guilty and the innocent, to me, does not hide. Diseases, accidents, not accidents and the beautiful old age, are not my allies, but I can say that I have secrets, I decryption that.

However, which the most happend for my dreams, are the faces of sadness and agony, that have seen wholesale, is the worst part, my memory is so cruel in that respect, I have learned that the eyes convey all the emotions, and I, I only see with tears, where all spill a bits of love.

Sometimes I sneak in the little seconds that I have free, I run to see the children, they are the ones who spread so much happiness and tenderness, laughter and guffaws are a delight, sometimes when their mothers see them, also cry, I see tears but these are special, different, are of joy, but also shed bits of love.

One day I opened the doors, and every souls went for a walk, their families felt they close,  prepared a celebrations, there was music, good food, drink, colorful and bright ornaments. All souls were talking about me and the people, smiled me, made me a chocolate figurines, they draw me, they dance me, sing, write about me ... I'm not able to guarantee anything, but I think that they wanted me. And it was so beautiful, that I wanted to repeat it, but I had to choose just one day, you will understand that I have no holiday, however, the wait for that day is very special for me as for all, is a day of joy, memories and catrinas.