He is an opposition of me:
A hunter of victory,
a seeker of glory_
who cannot cease, despite difficulties.
And I’m helplessly drowning in his vanity.
He’s also a man of duty
carrying on his shoulder other destinies_
Always, he’s been busy and busy.
For a long time, he wished for a remedy
that could bring him peace.
Me don’t live in his history nor next journeys
Me can’t give him apathy or liberty.
But me will sing him a melody of fantasies,
lift him off the gravity
and ease his misery
with my secret recipe.
Hope he’ll soon be happy!
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