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I must listen again to the neighborhood guitar
and roam my city to recognize it
I must enchant myself again as I knew as a child
and awaken like a god who lengthens the feeling

I must read in the sea the lesson of the immense
and rename the color that life teaches me
I must know how to breathe fresh oxygen
and return to that sun that awaits me with you

I must learn that tomorrow is a livable world
full of moments, promises, kisses, and dreams
I must find the seed of the son and the father
I must bathe again in the clear desire
in the deep desire, desire

I must shine with the moon half-open
and lay in the peace that moistens your embrace
I must know how to sing to a night so new
like the one you once premiered with me