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50mm, to show you the world as humans see it.
With its arabesque and grotesque,With its abundance and scarcity,
As it outrageously unveils us.
A guitar, to sing out my joy and tears,
To gather and fall apart,
To ease my pain and to exacerbate my soul
To remind me of what it feels...
And a beret, a beret...
To never forget where I came from,
To never surrender in conquering the highest;
In overcoming the lowest; in showing you
What the world is made of...
Pedro A. - 2010
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