No imaje aqui.
Here I face the arms of the wind.
Here I am embraced by unending love of mists.
Some one told me they came round here.
To seek, find and locate the treasures of their days.
In silent prayers, coming out of their caves and into his morning Glory.
Whether to ask and receive his wisdom and advances of moral guidance.
At the helm of that star he alone gave what hell is to us than all their own lives.
Unknown and not to seek that which is unbearable, intolerant and so non sense to me.
I am only to honor my good grandfather Adam.
I am only to respect my loving grandmother
That which I would rather have than,
give always to mankind that was given,
and we keep taking.