OLD CRISIS
The find so quiet at the dawn
From the day I'll be much happier.
Your soul serene, illuminated,
A radiant color in shade.
Because you have such a gift we have dominates
This does not allow fear or arrest,
It is all the forces, the root,
Is the beginning and course of this road.
How can I live without tenderness
That emanates from you, peace demand
Of dreams and desires rare fulcrum
The wounds, with calm, scars,
Leaving the last old crisis
From the pain, suffering, the tomb ...
LOURES
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