They have the power to move me, above all, because when I see them, I remember that they were very common in the cemetery and for that reason, I suppose that I have always thought that their popular name of thoughts, also obeys that unalterable memory by loved ones that one day they boarded the ship that will not return.

Seeing the drops of water or the morning dew slide down its smooth petals, makes me think, too, not precisely of those false crocodile tears that the ancient Egyptians thought as a ruse to attract their victims, but rather a reminder to never forget the loved ones who left and incidentally, how frugal and fleeting that life is deep down.

But also, that hallmark that proudly shines in its central part has always caught my attention.

On the other hand, a sign of identity that, coming to the aid of reasonable resemblances, makes me think of a very special type of cross, the Tau, which, in addition, was also the sign agreed upon by Yahweh with the Hebrew slaves captive in Egypt and that placed on the lintels of the doors of their houses, they drove away the Angel of Death, letting his avenging arm fall on the first-born of the Egyptians.

NOTICE: Both the text and the accompanying photographs are my exclusive intellectual property and therefore are subject to my Copyright.