When she cries, the sky spills over the wet earth. If she does it at night, the starlights go out, but it doesn’t dawn. There are many people who have tried to draw back the night for the sun to rise, but they have underestimated the
strength of the water.
When she cries, the wind silents to don’t cut her skin. If she does it alone, the leaves come to help her. Many brave men who have aspired to wipe her tears
away from her eyes and none who has succeeded.
When she cries, her smile fades. If she does it in the daytime, that concave curvature is replaced by an inverted rainbow. A lot of donjuanes have tried to draw a smile again and have failed in their attempt.