Pontevedra, 29 July 2011
TO AMI WINHOUSE
One lost day in summer
Her life stopped.
Her heart said goodbye
To this sweet beat.
The World disappeared
In front od her big eyes
Opened eyes in front of living,
Disconected her link with her life.
A treatment of continous pain,
Arrived without any permission.
No songs, again, no more prizes,
No pain, no pleasure, no doubts,
No stages with musicians and lights
Would be another kind of trimuph.
The lights was over,
The day was turnned into a black night,
Her strength voice was silented
And a black night of suffering
Was her last song. The last song
About memories, Ami this rebel teenager,
Before in those past times.
She was born in London and died too
In the Capital of the United Kindomg,
Kindomg of pain and sadness
Her voice will stay grabbed
In recorded full of joyce.
Ami is resting for over and over.
Ami left us the beauty of her songs.