Happy is he whose only problem worth
Complaining about is love's audacious schemes,
Since they alone can never destroy his dreams
Of finding some contentment here on earth.
Happy is he who, far from home, embraces,
Sadly, only his fondest memories
Because, despite his isolation, he sees
And clearly comprehends the sorrow he faces.
Happy is he who lives in any state
Where only fraud and love's deceits and doubt
Are able to torture his heart from within.
But tragic is he who lives beneath the weight
Of some unforgivable act, living without
Consciousness of the damage of his sin.
Luis de Camoes (1524-1580)
Copyright (c) 2010, Israel Galindo