In myths and dreams, I am compared to a gem, to golden amber, rain or sunlight. I am the rare pearl which escapes from 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 and 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.