These are my clean shoes that do not love the war, against the pain they go and they walk, earth that stains and curse cause lamentably, charming and sweet earth for my trees. Shoes that I will have to also wash by hand, my articles, valuable pieces, with water and soap, hot and healthful water and a cepillito of strong prongs, will be intelligent that make it single. I want to surpass it everything this infinite torment of to be disliked, forgotten on this earth, thing to thing, step by step want to forget. Not to have been beloved, this my life, in the name of the father mine I soon request power to him to be it. I want happiness and rest, power olvidarte, you have prevailed.
I want to surpass it everything, step by step, like a pilgrim, handspan a handspan, like the way. Virtue to virtue, but I need aid mine and the destiny, with that, piece of sky I can do it everything, cover the distances and leave the emptiness, to lay my ways to the sky, to do and to undo, to try it at least. I want to heal themselves and to heal. It is shoots with an arrow giant the one that has crossed to me, I I eat I have received it to an elephant, I want to be another one in these earth, to be born again in these ways and to learn to want and to want them to me. Life goes I take, goes things I write but in which I have become. It goes things they happen to me that my pen moves without sense, and are, cranme, feelings of the soul which I shape here. Mother is worth gold and silver mother is worth silver and gold, mother is worth much in money, mother is worth the sun.