Do I remember so: a greeting to Sara Bruni, an artist who remember

Sara Brown is part of the celestial world, I had the fortune to meet with her to exchange ideas, projects he had, his enthusiasm, his love for life, attachment to his daughter.
The photographic art he had inherited from his father and had managed to create something unique, in his works we read the anguish and hope, pain and joy, determination to change what seems adamant.
Excelled in his performance, he was able to express the inexpressible. It was a person called a bit 'crazy, but the artists, you know, I am a bit' all, a high sensitivity, by sighs open to life. He still had many projects, was working with paper origami, creating the butterfly closed by glass, as if they were as fragile and precious, to protect you from having to defend them from the attacks of life. I remember it well, with his smile, despite the incurable disease that had struck her with a hug I had greeted, not knowing that it was your last. The last words written in a letter to Santa Claus, in which she asked for a gift: "the most important thing in the world, but for most people it is assumed to have: health."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY-REjeH5Dc