With my right foot first I stepped into the holy mosque Upon the cold white marble Where day and night people sat worshippin’, praying Right and left the mosque being cleaned Shinin’ not a particle of dust The carvings of marble, the plates of gold The symmetry of the whole mosque Yeah the largest of it all The came the grandest of the whole The big beautiful house of Allah Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writin’ My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad Such a feeling my brother, never ever felt I had A special bondage to the almighty A sudden chill in me Lookin’ around the large floor was filled with unity Circling the beautiful house Chanting, people sitting, prayin’ for forgiveness Prayin’ to do better I witnessed Takin’ a deep breath, tears was runnin’ I ran around the black house, the ancient black house Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin’ 24 no doubt I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing How everyone had their attention only on worshippin’ All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin’ Forgettin’ everything matters and happenings just giving I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey Sayin’: I swear I didn’t schedule to be here this early I thought I’d come here like pops in my forties and fifties And the doe I paid for the ticket, was meant for some hobby But who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrow Or 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow For a moment I pictured my self 6 feet deep In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets Allah holds the master plan and it’s already written The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry... it’s written! Looking back on my life Life that’s gladly been given to me Open my eyes and embrace the smile Given to you & I Con mi mano derecha abro la puerta Mi madre me recibe con un periódico y una carta Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos De momentos ya yo espero Que mis lágrimas caigan, me preparo Me sorprende que mis ojos estén secos y mi alma esté calmada En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada Translation: ^{With my right hand I open the doorMy mom welcomes me with a newspaper and a letterI see pictures of my father fetched down by shotsIn that moment I’m only waitingFor my tears to fall, I’m preparedBut to my surprise my eyes are dry and my soul is calmIn my whole body there’s no sign of grief for a forgotten person} Staring outside, there was something I realized Tomorrow the sun will rise, and together Will see the beauty of eternity Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos Lo normal sería sufrimiento O un parecido sentimiento Le pido a Dios que lo amparé en sus últimos momentos