Quedesha

You deliver what you would, this is why you bled, before the evening dusk, see life through your gaze, the oranges and the bed, just turn abound your days, yellow sand, tidal wood, don't rush to send, that hard face to the mud, be aware of gentle ways, for your own good, not for others' praise, persuade your lovers enough, if that makes sense, fire will never absolve blood, Miguel de Unamuno said, a little love, does not bring death, but opens up the flood