
On a string,
Are a few beads.
One of truth.
One of my God’s love.
One of my Mother’s love.
One of my Father’s love.
One of my faith.
And of the that conviction,
Which is truthfully mine.
Adios!

On a string,
Are a few beads.
One of truth.
One of my God’s love.
One of my Mother’s love.
One of my Father’s love.
One of my faith.
And of the that conviction,
Which is truthfully mine.
Adios!

Milk in the jug,
Goes glug, glug, glug.
Pour it in a glass,
Or dip the bread in it.
Be happy,
Drinking milk which is in
the jug,
Poured into a glass
As we did in our childhood.
That’s where from milk stems in our roots.
Though most don’t like it,
Milk is that source which strengthens our bond and self,
And our memories,
On a string,
Is truly beautiful.
Adios!

Advise simply slept over it and asked verb to reply to it.
Adios!
A big sculptor said-“Let’s make a sculpture”.
Ten days passed,
Yet he didn’t begin his work.
When asked he replied-“I am building the plot.”
A month passed,
“The plot has begun.”
Three months passed,
The reply was the same.
Seven months passed,
He replied-“The plot has been changed.”
After a year,
He replied-“I need money.”
The sculpting was hanged in the hanger,
Yet the sculptor……………………..
Adios!


Peanuts fried in butter,
With potato fries,
In the mild evening,
With a glass of lemon mojito,
That’s what is the definition of a good and beautiful evening.
Adios!