Very close to my sunset, I bless you, life,
because you never gave me nor failed hope
neither unfair work, nor undeserved pain;
because I see at the end of my rough road
that I was the architect of my own destiny;
that if I extracted the honeys or the gall of things,
it was because in them I put gall or tasty honeys:
When I planted rose bushes, I always harvested roses.
… Right, to my blossoms winter will follow:
But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal!
I no doubt found the nights of my sorrows long;
but you didn’t promise me just good night;
and instead I had some holyly serene …
I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!
by Amado Nervo
Ache 
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