In myths and dreams I am compared to a gem, to golden amber, rain or sunlight. I am the rare pearl which escapes the corner of the eye, a drop of crystal which lands on your cheek. I am the precious water laden with your most intimate emotions, your fears, your joys, your passions, your disappointments. I am a vital substance, a saline and holy liquid. My perfume dispels melancholy, a sense of sorrow and heartache. I am the lethal weapon to combat your temperament. I am the water of the eyes, Lacrima.