Txai is ortaleza that does not fall. Exactly if one day people leave, are in the chest this pain. Txai, this piece in my being. Your presence goes to beat and only goes to be one. There where everything is and appeared as the beauty that the sun gave to you is late far also is I. Txai, your arrow travelled, called the time and inside stopped of all we. Already it goes went taking my love to wet your eyes and to make all good, to desire as the wind to you, because the afternoon falls. Txai is when I am your equal one, I give what I have of better and I keep your signal. There where the homesickness comes to only count as many souvenirs in one, all metadesm, all whole number, all call txai. Txai, everything calls cloud, everything calls river, everything that goes to be born. Txai, where I found courage of being all half yours, another half I because the afternoon falls and owner moon goes to arrive with its long night, to be forever txai.