The roots of

education are
bitter, but the
fruit is sweet.

INTEGRANTES:

Jarumi Quispe
Rodrigo Quintana
Sabrina Palomino
Janiree Alburqueque
POEM TO HEAVEN
I look at you and I wonder
are you looking at me too?
Every morning when I wake
up,
It´s your light blue that
I´m looking for.

When the sun goes down in

the afternoon
And you cover yourself in
black gala;
My empty eyes brim with
illusion,
With the dance of the clouds
and the full moon.

¿Has my destiny been

written;
In the brightness of the stars?
Or is it that in the book of
life,
Am I a passing story?

Oh my god,
I look at your colors
And you fill my heart with
wonders.
I wonder if this is the way,
in wich you let me know that
you look at me too.
 "The roots of
education are
bitter, but the
fruit is sweet."
INTEGRANTES:
Jarumi Quispe
Rodrigo Quintna
Sabrina Palomino
Janiree Alburqueque
POEM TO HEAVEN
I look at you and I wonder
are you looking at me too?
Every morning when I wake
up,
It´s your light blue that
I´m looking for.

When the sun goes down in

the afternoon
And you cover yourself in
black gala;
My empty eyes brim with
illusion,
With the dance of the clouds
and the full moon.

¿Has my destiny been

written;
In the brightness of the stars?
Or is it that in the book of
life,
Am I a passing story?

Oh my god,
I look at your colors
And you fill my heart with
wonders.
I wonder if this is the way,
in wich you let me know that
you look at me too.