Atala left the house with the first spoke of love.
And she conceived with him two boys. Atala
served from girl to woman who was blessed.
lit their candles and accompanied their rosaries. Atala
could not read but the lady who taught the books.
A sheet showing the pleasures road that leads to hell.
The glow of candles lit the Christ of china.
And shone like threads of blood paths of glory.
Along with holy water burned the Anima Sola
Dressed all in flames in a sea of \u200b\u200bfire.
A little picture was all it took Atala for the ranch.
the hand of Jesus in his heart burned without burning.
When he left, Atala had to be used for hours.
Only Jesus listened to mourn children at the ranch.
In heaven there was no longer cloudy and no work houses. Sometimes there was
cartons collected for the truck I bought waste.
God's eyes all things covered. Atala
Only his eyes averted.
prayed whole night and morning found wooden boxes. Cents bought
With lit candles before the image.
For my fault, through my most grievous fault will not get to you, Lord.
With your hand protects these children still have not sinned.
Grace's door is always open.
That day he was ironing work and came back very late. First
saw people running, then the smoke and the fire too late.
in the hand of God's fire burned the ranch.
( The fugitives , 1964, Editorial Thought Vivo, Caracas)
And she conceived with him two boys. Atala
served from girl to woman who was blessed.
lit their candles and accompanied their rosaries. Atala
could not read but the lady who taught the books.
A sheet showing the pleasures road that leads to hell.
The glow of candles lit the Christ of china.
And shone like threads of blood paths of glory.
Along with holy water burned the Anima Sola
Dressed all in flames in a sea of \u200b\u200bfire.
A little picture was all it took Atala for the ranch.
the hand of Jesus in his heart burned without burning.
When he left, Atala had to be used for hours.
Only Jesus listened to mourn children at the ranch.
In heaven there was no longer cloudy and no work houses. Sometimes there was
cartons collected for the truck I bought waste.
God's eyes all things covered. Atala
Only his eyes averted.
prayed whole night and morning found wooden boxes. Cents bought
With lit candles before the image.
For my fault, through my most grievous fault will not get to you, Lord.
With your hand protects these children still have not sinned.
Grace's door is always open.
That day he was ironing work and came back very late. First
saw people running, then the smoke and the fire too late.
in the hand of God's fire burned the ranch.
( The fugitives , 1964, Editorial Thought Vivo, Caracas)
(Image / Text: LBG)
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