There was a time I had the world.
Ocean sourrounded me
as I was loved,
a Rain of the sparkling Stars
of health, youth and hope,
fullfilled dreams of music,
prestige and more.
One by one, even two or three
in one slap,
all of my world was lost, or taken
or smashed.
Now I have the Ocean, the Rain,
the Stars, but none of them bring
what they used to,
they, just, come as they are.
The four of us meet from time to time,
and I ask to them, constantly,
who am I?
La Finita
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