What will it be? What will it be that makes trees grow? Happiness that makes you die at twenty even if you live to be one hundred? What will it be that makes the wind move? >To stop the drunk poet
To give death for a piece of bread or an ungiven kiss
What will it be
That you wake up in the morning and are serious
That makes you die laughing at night in the shadow of a desire
What will it be
That pushes you to love a short and lost woman
The bottle that gets you drunk even if you haven't drunk it
What it will be
That pushes you to beat your king
That leads you to seek the right where there is no justice
What will it be
That makes you buy everything even if it is nothing that you need
What will it be
That tears you away from the dream
What will it be
That will take you out of your pocket of no I'm not in it
Throws you into the sea and comes to save
What will it be
What we must look for
What we must look for
What will it be
That makes us leave our bicycle on the wall
And walk in the evening with a friend to talk about the future
What will it be
This strange courage or fear that takes us
And leads us to listen to the night that falls
What will it be
That man and his blessed heart
That once he got out of his shoes and out of bed he felt alone
And like a bird that stops in flight
And looks down.

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