You with those sad eyes on a happy face,
you who have white hair at forty,
you do not look at me because you're ashamed, you who
Once you've made a choice, and now perhaps you'll be sorry.
You, you always think to yourself, and
're the one who suffered the most.
Yes, you who have not understood what you needed, and went on for
inertia.
You tell me of former times,
because of this there is nothing to tell.
You who are surrounded every day by a lot of people,
yet you feel alone.
you who have not yet bought a house,
do not know why you want to be.
You are sitting here in front of me and tell me your life ...
And I do not know what to say because I've lived what you,
do not know.
And you tell me about shipwrecks because you feel break up,
adrift from a life of bad choices, but
is not over.
I would say that there is still time to change, but you escape
in front of me, as you have done all his life.
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