Red-eyed and desperately sad, a girl in Colombia whispered to K-San 'My sister is dead, my sister whose life was mine.What can I do? 'K-San took her trembling hands and warmed them between his own 'Water and ice,' he said, his eyes shining, 'Ice and water' K-San sat up with her all night He pointed out that' At the festival tomorrow the Meddelín night shall be a huge canvas For there will be fireworks And they will light up your eyes And you will feel more alive than ever before Just as your sister would wish for you, 'And as she finally, gently settled down to sleep in the pre-dawn quiet, he wrote her a poem: A clock, a candle The moon is finished grieving The hour brightens