In class of Literature and language, with Pilar and Pato, we made in pairs our first poem. This is our poem:
The Church of Pilar is full of fire anywhere,
Its passion illuminates every little and
infinitive space of darkness
God is presented there,
pane is replaced by love.
It´s ornaments shine as fire although
some of them are quondam.
And every day when the bell rings,
moving such as strong as a whale,
passion is felt more than never
Hundreds of people visiting the Church
Hundreds of souls celebrating near to it.
Hundreds of hearts resurrect there.
Hundreds of times we say sorry to God there.
Hundreds of times God forgives us.
Hundreds of times we are loved by god