Charging into the blackness of another night,
one that seems bleak and desolate in moments
of sorrow.
Tears falling in torrents of feelings and their
emotions, generating an energy caused from an
interior life of spirituality.
One usually left to itself in chambers of an
existence, wanting to travel across every single
continent in this world, always centered in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem