there Can be thousands of the suns and thousands of moon under the same wind that touches my face, but it does not prevent me to whom I belong, only I have the way marked in my vein of my hand with my election.
do not think that to allude the alone time I cross the ways on his cloak, if I fall down I get up with the will that I cost and to be worthy in this earthly world.
The rain smooths me soul, after life covers my face with his magic drops filled, the love is the only thing that they cannot already remove become attached in the chains of my personality, since I was born if with it as my only treasure of being happy.
Only I ride towards the nascent sun, in to be provided to me with me himself, not only they are words of my memoirs, it is only my feeling that despliega with the wind and the dust marking my way as my philosophy
