Than sathdnes
that the great fog I have to cross,
the darkness is all over the place,
the brightness that was no longer this,
has gone freely
leaving in its place sorrow and loneliness.
that in the plot of our historia
took place and only remains to remember,
only with my light try to shine,
although opaque this, the faith in God can help me,
to find happiness again.
even the Mongs seek to mitigate,
going to Nepal, to meditate,
on the darkness and light that in all there are
that few manage to balance
to simply live this life in freedom.
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