They crowd our hidden imagination,
Only by embarking on such a journey
Do we expose their true nature.
Mortal superstitions deal with vampires
Not many people are little,
Noticed and betrayed are some who are little;
Warm weather arouses our suspicion,
Chiming creates disorder as the little arrive.
With a face unopened, a joke appeared,
Taking chances, gathering them, like occupations,
And then laughter came as money,
A shrill whistle shook the head.
Never in this world can we know
The country of a person who rides
His car for more than twenty years.
Beaming on the world its lights are out,
Towards the end of our time
We miss the friendship and food;
The days behind are but silent thoughts
And the months seem endless.
The drops from my eyes are of perfect water,
This is my demonstration, my reaction and emotion;
Suddenly tears well and clog my eyes,
I am tortured by a remembrance so powerful.
Stand and watch, for the account,
For the abuse and acquaintance,
Unless the aerial is suddenly there,
And imperceptible material is not viewed.
By bravery we subdue the brilliance
Of an enemy with a sling;
O the enchantment that bravery brings,
Promises are made on the mast.
Nullifying the past is like avoiding the future,
Governance of a man will reside in the realm.
Decomposing then is abnormal due to age,
Frightened by the wind you die and retrieve.
The manliness of pseudo affectionate rooms
Elastically reminds me of joy inadvisable.
The wall of the jaguar is faithful to the essential men,
Walking in the arachnid-filled swamps and marshes.