The Twilight (poem)

I am in the twilight of my life, I remember with subtle nostalgia my years of clear day, my summer days

My memories are a beautiful lake that refreshes my soul, my body is already old and tired for so many years.

Every day when the sun goes down it is inevitable to compare myself with the day that is going away, because my life walks on the decline

I already feel the cold of death that persecutes me constantly and I only take refuge in my thoughts and memories of that summer I lived.