IIIC

Sad faces mingling with tears
when chamal winds take your breath away
and the sun revenges happiness and laughter.

It's time to say farewell
the ship is sailing for the Pacific
dreams fill my light suitcase
for the trip of life.

Have you taken a pinch of optimism?
A pound of cleverness will do.
Don't let me down I can't swim!

Books are my only resources
and four langauges will help.
I can use computers and I can dream.

Prayer is my steady defense against
tear gas and terrorism. My bullets are
my Rosaries and the Holy Spirit is my shield.

Don't be sad chaps! Time will soothe your
pain and flowers will grow with love.