At twenty, the years are our only baggage Experience comes from the parents We take nothing seriously We always run after happiness Love is for life Life which lasts the time of a scream Of a perm or a pair of jeans For the rest we imagine For all luggage we have our mug If it’s cute it’s easy If it’s ugly one gets used to it We tell ourselves it’s not so bad We beat our fate like breams We try everything, we say “I love you” Whether Libra or Leo We don’t care, we’re lions Leo Ferré –...
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