No, you are not like Fernando Pessoa said. You are not reminded just twice a year. In the day of your birth and in the day of your death. You are reminded, conserved every day, in all the moment.
First year. First birthday, other to be reborn
I imagine you in that landscape walk her
Eternally you stare her
In a peace ode and harmony
That in the earth obstructed you
He reminds you of me
I am also in the final going aboard
to lean against me, to lean
to you
Your suits smiles stay
Always presents, inundations
In whispering of the cups of the pine forests
And olive groves
You are in the eternal paradise
of the death
I continue, I await in the jungle
of the inhuman life
First year. First birthday, other to be reborn
I imagine you in that landscape walk her
Eternally you stare her
In a peace ode and harmony
That in the earth obstructed you
He reminds you of me
I am also in the final going aboard
to lean against me, to lean
to you
Your suits smiles stay
Always presents, inundations
In whispering of the cups of the pine forests
And olive groves
You are in the eternal paradise
of the death
I continue, I await in the jungle
of the inhuman life
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