There will come a time when you believe everything is finished,
that will be the beginning. If the shadows have surrounded us then the light begins to shine, when everything say goodbye to us and everything goes away.there is something that stays, there is something that bemoans. Life a crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Penned by the hand of experience my friend, but you can only take so many knocks. Then you think of Pandora's box where the last thing left in the Bottom was Hope, and that's what you cling to. Superb poem.