I was working on the translation of this amazing poem from García Lorca, once of my favorite. What do you think?

The moon came to the forge
with its bustle of tuberose.
The boy looks at her.
The boy is looking at her.

In the shaken air
the moon moves its arms
and teaches, lubricious and pure,
her hard tin breasts.

If you ask me what's the best lationamerican poem of the history, there is no doubt is this. I tried to translate it, please write your feedback:

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry,
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

It's Sunday. I'm sad that weekend is almost over and new weekdays starts soon.

However, if I take it as a positive side, I can spend a new day and learn new things.

There is a lot of things I have to be done, I have to hurry up and get it done! 

After this thing get over I want to apply for a job near from home maybe in a bilingual callcenter and i want to save money to move and get look for a little house in the beach then when i get living there i want to go to as many interviews as i can for restaurants or hotels hostess and get welcoming a lot of tourist. 

I traveled to México last December, it was really exciting because I could experience unique moments as it was the first time traveling abroad and traveling by plane. One of the places I visited, it was Coayácan. It has many different things to enjoy like walking around the main square at night, full of joy and learning due to its architecture and history. It was the first time to experience the cultural diversity of a country different from mine.