Arati, a friend and a precious soul, sent me this poem
I got the pain to joy.
knew the pain that the soul exists.
For the pain, in my realm beyond sad,
a mysterious sun dawning.
joy in the morning was cold and the wind
warm mad rushes.
(Soul
beautifully dressed green springs broke.)
So I feel it more. The sky about to
and he says when asked
pain for pain after my injury.
And while my head lights
ask why I have been in sorrow
to the gods of life. José Hierro
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