Comments about Sergio Jaime
It is here, it is now,
Made of the dreams and hopes,
Of wishes and soft thoughts.
Here you have, it is shaped of feelings and desires,
Inside you'll find, my happiness, my sadness,
The sight of a vast garden, the gentle smell of the flowers,
The raining tears on a lonely tree,
The feel of the piano talking to the violin.
It is closed with the strength of the tides,