In this heart of mine a family creates my brain,
They too are children who have them,
A forfeit can never benefit the wearer
Of these mistakes, and they too have children.
The familiar triumph over the thieves of the world,
Understand this tower of thoughts that triumphs,
The balls of musical quality are sweeping the century
And making us lose our steps and their consequences.
A form of knowledge has arisen like the sunrise,
Mornings devoutly preach a new teaching of stars
As their light is a sunlight, for the other planets
And worlds of laughter and joy.
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