No matter how we live our lives,
Never mind a life without restrictions,
We keep coming back to the same old story
That is the real essence of our souls.
That mere internal fire that drives
Emotions, fears, fragility, convictions,
Sometimes at the end with no glory
But never losing an eye on the goals.
You always were like a sparrow who survives,
You epitomize an angel full of contradictions,
Keep striving until your head gets hoary,
Because your spirit has always been my console.
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