I am not the famous one,
I’ve been scared, afraid
Accepted, love, despise and rejected.
When time project this restless pleasure
And then you define me silently by my shadow,
When nobody dare leap kindness across my face,
I become strong
When in curiosity they asked you about me
and you pretend not to remember my name
I knew it,
I am the tomorrow of your dreams.
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