I did not know you, I have no right to judge you. to write things that you could try, or you've tried
. I just want to say hello, an ambiguous, stupid, stupid hello, one of many who now Give yourself at this time, Yara. Even my cousin loves gymnastics, just like you, and she was also the race that there would be after the date of your death. Sometimes I look at a picture of my cousin and a glimpse of your smile, just mentioned, a smile stole from this nightmare called "life." I know, for sure, that we call "life" is just a dream, because we are only sleeping here, and when we wake up we are there, where now there's you, Yara. Death is not death, it's just an awakening, I know, I'm sure. Your awakening will certainly been painful but the pain of death is the price you pay to live. Who knows, that evening, as they were agitated for the race that there would be in the following days, perhaps as you were happy for that good grade he had taken to school yesterday after many efforts, perhaps as you were excited about being able to show your friends who knew the tricks to do with the ball, rope, the clavietta, the circle and tape. Was not to blame. There was no reason to wake up so early in life.
Yara, can not say I love you, why do not you know, but I know for sure that everything that thee you deserved it not happened, and I admire you. Much. I always hoped you were, living with a smile, winning back ... And so it was. Are you winning your dream unfinished, Yara.
I ask permission to tell you ... If you do not want to hear ... But a little bit, I love you.
Have a wonderful life, because you deserve it.
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