Like I go home and leave my family there, I'm going away and leaving my friends there where I come, I leave My life, my home, my habits and take a trip alone, far from my home, my, what me and our ... Like
be separated from those with whom I shared many things, the things I shared with many people ...
And yes, I know that this text has a predictable end, and you guessed right Privas of it before reading it, but continues:
Like I go back because I know that.
Like I go again because I know when my family is waiting for me in open arms. I know my friends I will receive the best of ways. I know my stuff, my places, my people, my smell, my colors will still be there, always there, without forgetting me I will forget them or me ...
Like I go because I have a place to go but because I know I have a certain place back ... Now I
some thought to all those who go somewhere and have nowhere to return, or even know if they will return ...
Like I go because I know I have a place back ...
(exile from Madrid to all the people that you follow what I am now ... and I will ...)
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