Las cosas son mixtas, y no siempre de un color dulce,
pero, y sin embargo, amable.
No existen dudas alrededor de las nubes,
no obstante, se impregnan grises.Las olas no se alejan,
pero siempre se marchan con ida y vuelta,y las cosas no siempre se dan como lo deseamos,
sin embargo, luchamos por ellas con denuedo.Pensar y hacer son dos caras de esta moneda
que flota en el aire...everything is a mixture
and not always is from a sweet colour,
but can be kind.
there are no douts in some clouds,
nevertheless, they impregnate grey.
waves don't go further
but they always come near and far,
and things
don't always get the way we want them,
nonetheless, we fight for them boldness.
To think and to do,
two faces of this coin
that tosses in the air...
and not always is from a sweet colour,
but can be kind.
there are no douts in some clouds,
nevertheless, they impregnate grey.
waves don't go further
but they always come near and far,
and things
don't always get the way we want them,
nonetheless, we fight for them boldness.
To think and to do,
two faces of this coin
that tosses in the air...
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