What is this friend?
I see no reason
It makes no sense!
Suffering in anticipation,
Wanting to die of grief.
Leave aside this fashion,
Accepted that it is all nonsense,
Fashion homemade utopia of little people.
Follow the road, define your destiny,
Do not let yourself feel diminished,
The comments are nothing more than small buzzing
In our fragile ears.
Do not worry baby, it's pure jealousy,
Intrigue and dissatisfaction,
Azar theirs who do not know,
Not imagine what living with heart.
Pablo Danielli
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