From parents
In memory of dear Toni.
God, give me wings to fly to you. Give me back my son to heal my wounds. God take me if I have a debt, I will serve you, be your servant. Now there are no more tears in my heart, darkness has covered me, sadness has killed me. When he was a child, everything was beautiful, he ran home, sat on his father's lap. And now I don't have a son, all that remains is sadness, God, that long loneliness killed me.
Mom and dad
(Glass of Istria)