Going to a day is like the very journey of Time,
One sits and waits, adores the other person, and fidgets;
A day may arise when that night with it is a flight,
Into the heavens and the universe.
Her eyes are staring into your head,
See it this time, your work of beholding is gone!
I am discouraged, by the infants and children of the world,
For what we meet on this day is an abusing venom.
My love is an anguish sent from God,
He has such rushing fever, ever-broad.
The length of a man is his constitution,
Not his age or fever of pain but his contribution.
The day of great duration has arrived,
Its mightiness is irresistible for it means a blast.
The initial fancy is that of extreme measures,
By reason of the excitement from resurrection.
Many lives have I been since young masters
Who harness the crimes of the hugging men,
Mud and ache caresses the brain as it rains,
The rains are more than the snows and hail.
The distance of life is too long,
Longer than the ages of this world.
My collected views are in the sights
Of our reality, from up above and inside
The road conquers the swerving oath,
It follows a track of ultimate authority;
The road ahead is an odyssey of far
Roads and farther realms of curtains.
Singing is a better declaration,
Its founders have earned the proud help,
Sing their words with some talent.
For the terrors travel onwards,
The city of the highest rank places
Its centre to link other zones of sight;
Are you American? Is your wife a soul
Of light who imagines strongly the country.