The days come and go

The things move

But my thought is only

What to ahead make of each choice That the life in the ones of?

What I can wait of the life… not to be the death?

The future and the gift

Of each one

It is defined by

Choices made in the past

Each one thus responsible one of proper it self Waiting for the final judgment

That one day each one of us anger to pass For the ways that we tread our lives We will know the destination of our spirit When we leave of this world

What to make? Where if to hide?

It will have an exit?

The future and the gift Of each one

It is defined by the Choices made in the past Therefore…

I consider deceased happyer than the livings creature Why we

The livings creature…

Still we have that to live

E happyer than both

He is that one that still

Nor it was born

Therefore it does not know the badness That if made underneath of the sun Underneath of the sun

It is where we will make our choices That iram to decide

Our destination in

Day of the judgment the holy ghost

What I can wait of the life… not to be the death?