i remember when we were young
reared in want
accustomed to nothing
grown with guts
chasing dreams
we pretended that sands were grains of rice
that stones were loaves of bread
and pebbles as fried meatballs
we built a house made of coconut leaves
we had tin cans as kettles
we only needed a handful of water
in order to live in such imaginations
i remember when were so young
we were so happy
laughing over our mistakes
we did not mind what comes next
we were always ready for the best
we kept on saying, ' we ain't seen nothing yet! '
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