I would like to leave you a gift from a poet friend, who in his time had a beautiful friendship, now we are a beautiful couple in love
THE LONELINESS, IS NOT SAD .....
WITH THE SORROW THE STONES ENTERE YOUR NATURAL HARDNESS AND BREAK IT AND YOU WITH YOUR SOVEREIGN MATTHEWS - THE TREES SEEM THAT TILT, THE BIRDS THAT LISTEN TO ME, WHEN THEY SING WITH DIFFERENT TRINAR THEY CONDOLT AND I FEEL SINGING GUESS. YOU ONLY AGAINST ME HARDENER, YOUR EYES EVEN NOT RETURNING TO WHAT HÍCISTES.
SINCE YOU ARE GOING TO HOPE HERE YOU DO NOT COME, DO NOT LEAVE THE PLACE THAT SO MUCH'ASTE; THAT YOU CAN COME FROM ME SAFE; I WILL LEAVE THE PLACE WHERE YOU DROP ME.
COME, YES ONLY THIS STOPS YOU! YOU SEE HERE A PRADO FULL OF TERNURA; YOU SEE HERE A THICKNESS; YOU SEE HERE A CLEAR WATER, IN ANOTHER DARK TIME. MAYBE YOU WILL FIND HERE, BECAUSE I GO AWAY, WHICH ALL MY GOOD TO REMOVE YOU CAN. VERY FEW DAYS HISTORY MANSION IN MY HEART, OF THE NOBLE FEELING BUSY I WAS, THE HONORED APOSENTS OF YOUR PALACE DEJO EMPTY, STARTING WITH PRIDE AND SATISFIED.
WHEREVER I WANT THAT ROAD I CARRY BACK AFTER THE MORNING, AND WHERE IT RETURNS WITH THE FREEDOM OF A THOUSAND SOULS
Jose Torrealba
