I'll always follow the same paths,
The best friend of the rabbits,
The little girl of the wild herbs,
Who breaks her face and who laughs,
I'll always be the same of the ferns,
The kid who plays in the dirt,
The little girl with the butterflies,
Who pecks herself on the hedgehogs' peaks,
I'll always be the same as grasshoppers,
The good friend of ladybugs,
The little girl of birdsong,
Who hides among the reeds ,
I'll always be the same one who ran,
In the fields to the forest,
In the rows of sunflowers,
Who breaks the mouth and laughing,
In the middle of a compact crowd,
Jostles and crossroads,
From the window of my apartment,
And on the horizon of the towers ,
In the rush hours of the metro,
Jolts and switches,
In the mirror of a retro,
In the middle of traffic jams,
In the seriousness of opinions,
Arguments and strategies,
Timetable in meetings,
If that's what it's about,
Bags to repack my things,
My checked baggage,
Between departures, my arrivals,
I'll always be there even paths,
The rabbits' best friend,
The little girl from the wild grasses,
Who breaks her face and laughs,
I'll always be there even ferns,
The kid who plays in the earth,
The little girl with the butterflies,
Who pecks herself at the hedgehogs' peaks,
I'm I always say the same thing about grasshoppers,
The good friend of ladybugs,
The little girl of birdsong,
Who hides among the reeds,
I'll always be the same one who ran,
In the fields to the forest,
In the rows of sunflowers,
Who breaks his face and laughs,
On the sidewalks of another world,
At the foot of the same business districts,
Ends of corridors that merge,
In the memory of my quick passages,
From my overly chic hotel rooms,
From taxis to station halls,
Long peripheral tunnels,
Avenues and boulevards,
On the edge of vertigo and skyscrapers,
Meetings, chatter,
In big cities, without the essentials,
When the concrete puts me in a cage,
From my days next to the plate,
As a foreigner and without reference,
to take refuge in the parks,
To pretend to get some fresh air,
I'll always follow the same paths,
The rabbits' best friend,
The little girl of the wild grass,
Who breaks his face and who laughs,
I'll always be the same fern,
The kid who plays in the earth,
The little girl with the butterflies,
Who pecks at the hedgehogs' peaks,
I'll always be the same about the grasshoppers,
The good friend of the ladybugs,
The little girl of birdsong,
Who hides among the reeds,
I will always be the same one who ran,
In the fields to the forest,
In the rows of sunflowers,
Who breaks his face and who laughs,

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