Sometimes I wonder what will happen,
when the sun in my life no longer shines,
if the echo of my laughter will still remain,
if the wind will treasure my soft dreams.
The manias that I keep, with so much care,
the little things that nobody cares about,
will they be only shadows, in a whole world?
Or stars that report my absence to the sky?
If there will be someone who, hearing the breeze,
remembers my cries, my art forms,
my ruminations in unhurried nights,
my subtle rages, my love for Mars.
The trace I leave, will it be oblivion
or an eternal song, a whisper in the air?
In every corner, a lost sigh,
a laughter that dances, a heart that doesn't fit.
And so, in the time that moves on and takes away,
perhaps a star will remember my walk,
and every glance, my being celebrates,
in the eyes of others, my laughter to shine.
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