The shelter of the night is a path that runs slowly,
As the path of life,
Whoever turns you into a walker of divine experiences,
And it makes you an inexperienced observer who believes in wonders,
The sun rises to illuminate the majesty of the earth,
But the beauty of the stars and the beautiful presence of the moon fades,
Even so while opaque stunning wonders,
Discover with its light precious prairies and heavenly valleys of incalculable beauty,
Turning the silent darkness into a cry of natural beauty,
Where the smallest and quietest creates a perfect melody to be heard,
Making every minute a perfect epiphany of your face,
And giving me the certainty that your beauty lingers between light and darkness.
ATT. Gabriel Picón...
