I was a doctor
A teacher, a psicologist
I´ve been a singer, an actress
Composer, remained musician
Sort of a writer, a poet perhaps
More than one hundred wrapped in one
Trying to be someone, out of this knots made axis
Today I am myself
Cheerful, happy
Slightly perennial
I carry it all, and a bit more
All inside of me, so I open up and let you see
Flip through the pages of who I am
Try to keep up with me along the way.
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