It has been seven years that the death took you

  

And wonderful memories left 

Mother's love forever it was 

The affection of your love to delight 

 

For there of the sea see mountains loaded of dense thick fog topped by dark and threatening clouds that you don't let to hug me you. 

I am in the margin sat down at the summit of a high rock contemplating you under agitating shipwrecked of two palm trees. 

I extend my hands to caress you but the dense thick fog doesn't dare to leave me. 

For there of those mountains where you are, the death is the memory of the eternal solitude. You, my mother, you rest in my eternal heart. 

 

My mother that the time took 

Your love never again hugged me 

Here is my love that I give you 

In this misfortune that dragged me 

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