IVRI

Falling star.

That's what stuck in my head, the brightest light,

Always beautiful even if it's corny.

Always on the move and collect everyone who sees you on the way.

Everyone is standing and looking at you making your dream come true.

But the star as its name says: falls

And now everything feels a bit sloppy.

And all of us here are looking for your light in the sky.

And maybe some of us suffer from missing the wish.

But for me, every moment with you was a fulfillment.

And even if I see you again lighting up the sky, you already know what's coming.

No more repeated wishes.

But thanks and true love.

We will keep looking,

And we will continue to use your light.

And even if the moon is destroyed,

We will continue to climb.

Books should be written about you, we to study your life forever and ever, each and every breath

the funny lover, the supporter and the pervert,

I'm the one who takes a few seconds and everyone knows that after those seconds there's the determined look that comes, and the one with whom you lit the fire of love.

Books should be written about you, on every muscle in your beautiful face : This one raises eyebrows.

And the one who hides the smile when the joke didn't exactly hit, the contagious muscles that when you work everyone smiles, and the muscles we don't know.

Books should be written about you.

Only you had to write them : about the struggle and coping, about family and falling in love, about the losses and failures. On moments of victories.

Explain to us how you keep trying.

Books should be written about you only because you had to write them.

But instead you left us with something else :

LOVE

The minute-by-minute ambition to transmit good energy.

You buried in all of us the idea that everyone has a light with an obligation to spread it.

And thanks to you we will find the strength to say "I love you" to every person we meet.

So I'll end with miss you and thank you.