Relying on the insistence of interior desires to collect
and store great amounts of love within, time moving for-
ward, taking our lives with it.
Climbing interior mountains as I walk towards the last
horizon alone, feeling good about self, hoping to continue
along lines of goodness and purity.
Staying on the straightaway throughout this life, never
disavowing anything connected to God and heaven, living
only to find my way eventually into the gates of heaven
once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem