The heart of a son
stays with her mother
joined,
beat together

set the rhythm of life
like sweet song
that says
the trumps

If something goes wrong it will be
honey in your days
teaching you to love
and to forgive
when you get hurt

We are the continuous story
of time immemorial
a divine creation
who could
materialize

And the eyes of our father
they will guide us
always watching
in front
along with his thoughtful voice

Invites you to find the exit
in the maze
what are they calling
life

where we are part of
a story
what is written
day by day

And our mission
it's just living it
dress her with the truth
until you do it
epiphany

And if you have to suffer
you will know
than someone else
will suffer
until see
heal the wound

The heart of a mother
it is like
a cry
Magdalena,

she feels what you feel
to
give you
consolation

Next to the father,
are the engine of
dreams,

the revealing tip
before him
world
and its mysteries

When you set up your life
a book is written
you must
finish,

you can't jump or
a chapter
neither return
back

And the mouth that impregnated
actually
always said
just enough,

knows you have
to discover
what life has given you
prepared

Because nobody knows who
goes first
and the world was made
to sow the
dreams

y weave a generational thread
looking ahead
where will it grow
the man
new

Write the book every day
without thinking
that there is a
end,

that beating in your chest
you know what it means
and the eyes
who look for you
you always
will accompany...

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