It's like the bus that lets itself pass, maybe more will never happen again and I do not know if you regret or regret you will feel, let me inform you that the bus of life will only pass once, and wanting to live to the limit of that single route I will challenge all my torments to live fully.
To the ground where no grass or grass is born, from where you look at the horizon and my eyes are drowned contemplating the desert with a constant path and wonderful solitary lines, I find myself marking the notes of my full life shading your beautiful landscape .
Just as everything revolves around the sun, I can only tell you that in the living fullness the waves of the ocean come to want to steal my uneasiness, the one I gladly gave you, so you made me happy on the beach, where without caring for you, my beautiful Caribbean, in you I am learning to have fun, to impregnate my lyrics in this beautiful writing, so that it can be recorded of our precious bond of experiences in fullness, it is not only my life but also your infinite love for the outcomes that are born of our friendship, for that reason I tell you sea of my charms:
"If out of nothing is born my gaze focused on dark thoughts, over your wild waves I will write the best results of my life developed in the dawn of the deepest fullness."
