Like a text,
whose end you can’t imagine,
and you’re hooked on what you read;
like a dream, pondered in REM sleep…
It’s life, and it can be:
That from birth,
you’re already exposed to pain,
and waiting, with courage,
you long to grow up very soon.
Like a book, the heart
warns us of fear,
of failures and evil,
and how to triumph over them.
And the pages of love
tell us how to fight;
when you embrace it with faith,
they will gird you like a hero.
It is, at the very least, taking a risk, because you can be affected by unexpected frustration.
Don’t give up, please;
for to live is to learn,
and there’s nothing to fear
if it’s just a dream during a siesta.
The heart is a great book
that teaches us to face
a thousand failures, evil,
and other trials that come your way…
Let them tell me of a fighter in chapters of love; no longer in texts or dreams! I fight in reality when I face your passion and have to sweat it out. For dreams are dreams, and in texts there are amendments!
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