Only with our desire
that faithful companion,
I rummage the dark box of memory
and now I can see better,
today perhaps, I will be born again
if I find in my being,
the ropes that build the network,
so as not to fall
after jumping
you have to know how to fly.
I look inward
looking for foundations where to build.
I spend my soles carrying the idea
of how and why to live
so easy, it is easy to go
the bad and the good will be seen
without forgetting that after jumping
you have to learn to fly.

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