Quisqueya

I had to give up the beauty of this inexplicable beauty and migrate as many others with
my footsteps as painted footprints in the sand, my Arms loaded under the illusions of returning and I was surprised for the nights of the year in his old age wrinkles dark.
Now I do not regret even with all the nostalgia that I really have. I stopped my country without no monumental structure but with many worthys men who pluralized a piece of bread.
Yo tuve que claudicar de la belleza, de esta hermosura inexplicable y emigrar como tantos otros. Deje hasta las pisadas como huellas pintadas en la arena, cargue bajo de brazos las ilusiones de volver y me sorprendió la noche de los años en su vejez de arrugas oscuras.