And I come to look for you, although only to see you or talk to you
because I require your presence
to better understand my essence.
This popular feeling is born from divine mechanics
like a start mystical and sensual chains me to you
I should change the object of my desires
without settling for everyday joys,
do like a hermit who renounces himself.
And I come to you to search, with the excuse of having to talk
because I like what you think and say
because in you I see my roots.
This century is already ending,
saturated of parasites without dignity
It only pushes me to be better, with more will
Emancipate myself from the dream of passions,
seek the one above good and evil,
be a divine image of this reality.
And I come to look for you
because I am fine with you, because I require your presence.

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