Roses and Thorns Between roses and thorns Life slips, building roads found moments of thorns profane sore flesh, and roses embellish sweet hours of calm. Can more a rose a hundred thou shalt say thorns! a cocoon of them, well worth a thousand swords; bliss, achieved, over the rocks, is happy horizon a fulfilled life. Therefore, do not hurt the thorns, although llaguen your skin and trastoquen your calm, if at the end of the path there is a white aurora, as a red rose asylee in your soul.