My testimony

my" Testimony

on Poetry"

There Low The Palms, By That River,

On Than Fantasy A World, Increase A Heart,

Filled up Than Tenderness, The mother With His Crío,

Happy Than Light Mostrabase The Sun.

Jesus, Protagonist Than So many Historietas,

Than Each Tomorrow Contaba That one Mother,

Cual Toilsome Worker She traced Satisfied,

The Only Route To Arrive At the Father.

But Cuando Now The Bird Rise in the air Might be,

And Outside His Nest At the World Find,

Mancharonse His Wings At the See So much Lie

And Pudo Prove The Super Than His God.

At a Country Removed She arrived Certain Summer,

Through First time His Shoulders Uncovered,

The Fondling Maternal, The Hug Of the Brother,

Stayed Oneself They had, Now It seems Dead.

Aspirant On the Silence Word Than Hope

Than Solitude The Valley, A Hand Friend,

Only Rattles Outside, Empty Than Reliance,

Only Sad Reminiscences Of that Laidoff.

But On The Within Of the Soul It used to be The Architect,

That Jesus Than One day Meritorious FOR Step in,

There Cual Between Arapos, She hoped The Time,

FOR Than His Infant Him He might give Liberty.

Gathered Than Sadness Callus Panic-driven,

AND It was Cuando Really Within There Him She noticed,

Also He had come At the Author Of the Life,

She is Certain, FOR None Never Seedy God.

Tomóle Than His Hand Shrieking Elated,

¡Ya I am not Only, My Jesus Also Wine!

¡Levántate Teacher, Sheave Than My Being Your Life,

Than I am willing Being Your Serf, Enséñame The Route!

And This day, This day By the World They are Second The ones Are walking,

The Solitude Forever more Now Extinct,

¡He There Going A Soul Bran AND Dear

I happen There Going A Serf Attached At your Man!