The home is a kiss from hope,
Happy identical people live in poverty,
They fill the heart with strange ironies,
Lost with the money, lost with the thoughts.
One night is a powerful daylight,
For this day is so larger than the rest.
The respect is fully eventful,
Scrambling from the venue is full action.
Love is the laughter of a race
Won by the enigmatic light,
A sister and brother is apt to see the abbey
We keep with life and marriage.
The passions do not exit our tastes,
Sleep is the star repelling all others.
Home is the kiss of some motherly right,
One feels for the home to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem