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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