life is just a journey, a travel to the world br of inspiration and expectation, where only br the night and the day write each memory br and the horizon of dawn waited you to br come back home br br come from dust, return to the dust; breathe br the air, blown by the wind, the wisdom of br time consume the person to lay down his br head to the ground, a vow of death leaves br no regret br br so why do life always bereave every br interment tears falling down, to the edge of br pupils drops it break, in the heart that see br laid its way, come my pretty soul, awake br angels glow in the body I shall be alone, br goodbye my little one I return br br as I knew, never be the same in the cabin br house I always imagine, in the soil where br I take my shelter leave me not your my br angel in my sight, candle light as it melted br to hot, in the caravan of teardrops I’m glad, br though I almost to be there, my day is br ended, I shall be in one to the ONE br br wait me no more; I can't wait to see you br again, lead me to the path in my way, back br in your bosom wisdom heart, for I'm a poet br who can't wait to see you again, complete br my heart and I will be the same in every br poem I make, I'll be your creambr br Antonio Liaobr br