I dream that the way to my heart
Should be full of green thorns
Bleed those unauthorized strangers.
They have already created chaos.
I dream of the friends who have
Laid the petals along its path way,
I would not like to forget them ever
For their love and helping attitude;
I dreamt of a life of struggles
And penury and a life of impossible
Survival. I love to fight the tides
That take me to the shore and
Make me crash against the stones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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