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The Three Most


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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