Question

AYUDA!!!! ¿me pueden dar un poema en ingles sobre la familia de mínimo 169? Por Favor.

Answer 1

Respuesta: eso fue lo que encontré :)

Answer 2

Respuesta:

My sadness. it is a sea; has its haze

that thickly envelops my bitter days;

its waves are of tears; my pen

is drenched in them, my daughters.

You are the innocent flowers

born of that sea on the shore;

the dull tempest of my pains

serves as a lullaby to your first age.

I was born to fight; serene and strong

I gain vigor in rough combat;

when I pay my audacity with death,

I will fall like a gladiator on my shield.

Take me like this to you; of the men

I neither despise power nor fear hatred;

I put all my honor in your names

and all the soul in your supreme love.

To go out into the world you go in a hurry.

Hopefully that time will never come!

Well you have to drown the crying with laughter,

To look the world face to face

Do not imitate me: I console myself

with opening the edges of my wound more;

imitate your grandfather in the noble:

Sun of virtue that illuminated my life!

Pray and forgive; it is always immense

after prayer the inner calm,

and the being who knows how to forgive the offense

knows how to lead God. within the soul.

Let your chest of goodness nest,

do not ambition what no one achieves,

crown forgiveness with oblivion

and austere virtue with hope.

Without worshiping frivolous pleasures

may your brow be purity,

seek the soul of a girl in women

and seek the soul of an angel in the girl.

No one is born to condemned infamy,

no one inherits the guilt of a crime,

never to be servants of sin

apologize by crying out: it was written.

To exist is to fight! Not unhappy

who fighting, crowns with thorns;

down, all effort is cursed,

above, all blame is forgiven.

The illusion is extinguished like a fatuous light

and beauty is a flower that fades;

the merciless woman is a statue

Harmful to the world and outlawed home.

Do not fix your eyes on evil

What a viper is the evil that makes everything sick,

and do good to sleep peacefully

when I sleep in the grave, sad.

I've never cared on this floor

renown, applause, tinsel, glory:

seek your good, such is my desire;

love you and suffer such is my story.

When the sun of my life has sunset

remember my advice with tenderness,

and in every thought, in every step,

seek God behind the immense height.

I hope that, when I die, for a holy reward,

have your love in excesses: the flowers of my grave your crying,

the stones of my grave your kisses.

Explicación:el poema se llama a mis hijas..