Viví en un país de ladrones
Motivados por corazones y pasiones
Robando affection de amores
Dejando parejas quebradas
Pero tu me pedistes mi amor
En ese momento me enamore

De verdad pensasteis que te dejare
Cuando el me ofreció riquezas?
Tu eres todo que he querido
Tengo miedo qe tu te arrepientas

Si lo vas a pensar otra vez
Por favor no me digas
No quiero saber tu epifanía
Dejame vivir en la ignorancia

Cómo viví en en un país de ladrones?
Con gente que ni saben que ellos quieren
Robando todo en su vista
Dejando corazones rotos
Tu me enseñastes que todavía hay bueno
Me dado el regalo de compassion



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

All indecencies, all sins
are forgiven.
Not by I, nor by God,
but by the moon itself.
The moon,
the only true witness
to the crimes of mankind.

The blood spilled,
the lies told,
the affairs had;
the moon saw them all,
yet he shone no less brightly
than before.
He, who knows
my crimes;
he, who tells all time.
He, who judges not.

The man in the moon.

Turn off your eyes.
Let all the lies,
pass like flies.

Drown your sins.
Watch them form twins,
and poke them with pins.

Drain your blood.
Make a sacrificial cut,
and watch the flood.

End your Life.
Use the bread knife,
in front of your three wives.

Life is nothing but a dream,
When each day rays of beam,
Showers us with joy and sorrow,
Not knowing what is tomorrow.
Does life end after death?
No, I have Faith,
Our conscious and spiritual existence continues,
Those are my views.
Life gives you a chance,
Your hereafter to enhance,
Prepare for the trials of the grave,
Your good deeds,save
Do your best,
So you have no regrets.
On your Creator,have Faith and gratitude,
Keep the right attitude.
Add to your list modesty,
Kindness and charity,
Prayers and honesty,
Be truthful and simple,
Donate ample.
Always pray,abstain from sins,
Your countdown begins,
Death beckons,
Decides your visa for hell or heaven.
Life spent in vices,
You have no  choices,
For death will be excruciatingly  painful,
Your soul will be wrenched,if sinful
But, Your death will be gentle,
If to Allah you had been dutiful.
The grave will be your abode of hereafter.
For evil doer your grave will be your House of Loneliness,
Squeezed to narrowness.
For good doer,
Your hereafter,
Will be your Garden Of Paradise.