Inside the thought is an array of knowledge,
When do computers basically examine this object of the mind?
Never do they scrutinize, never do they work on brains,
Like going to movies in the cinema, and risking their lives.
Toilsome exercise began sympathizing with masses,
The work raised itself, belonging to our abacuses.
The joy of our times touches on beautiful palpitations;
Whittle away the clocks. Whittle away the hours and agitations.
Bitter fruits cast regrets to the lower heart,
It grows pale and swollen by the hour,
Turning into an orange of suffering and obedience.
The heart is the actor of the lifetime,
My fragrance burns the woeful flowers,
Or the shredded leaves so innocent and new;
I lived along the meadows and the heathens,
Evicted by their prowl and insidious behaviours.
Heavy and winking, a travelled humanoid
Disfigures the flowering body of burning effects.
A mind is settling down in a vault too tiny,
By the stars it seems the wastes of the heavens
Humour in life is loving to you when the smile has arrived,
Dancing and listening to dancing is a star-like quality;
You are like a star that shines in the heavens, in bliss,
Love is watching you as friendship looms and touches you.
The love is
In the air
It feeds a
My mind did change a lot, since May,
A cast of causes began
The month of May, a power of ray
That cooled the sky again.
By the being of houses that stretch towards the sky,
We enter the writing of a man who is a lever of teaching.
By the reading of books talked about by chalk and board,
To cry is to believe in tears of toys,
To lament is to design a corridor to youth.
Knowing can create obstacles for the heart,
But real knowledge digs into cardiac flesh.