The Twilight Silhouette
The sun is tired
Little by little increasingly drowned in the western horizon
The horizon is transformed into the twilight
What God painted as the fruit of its beauty
Like sky blushing
Featuring a beautiful painting
Scratched from the breath of nature
The sea breeze blows
Caressing the waving nyiur waving
Beautiful beach at dusk
The most beautiful ornaments with all the perfection
Awaiting the arrival of stars
I face the face of the twilight
This is when I realized it
You, O Lord,
Always wonderful
With the most beautiful works
