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The simple truth floats like a cloud of mist in my mind and yours,
you don't know how to do this, and your silence sings of ignorance,
and you can't do many other useful things, for they are like stars too far away,
it's the fault of the way you were raised, a thread of destiny in the fabric of life,
and now you will never learn, it's too late to change the seasons.
Some things you simply cannot do, they are a mystery of the universe,
I could show you how they are done, but still, you wouldn't do them well, for magic cannot be passed on,
I learned from a young age to do many necessary things, like a river that knows its way to the sea,
and I can still do them now, with the same ease, like a bird that knows its flight,
I had good parents who patiently taught me to discover the silent world.
But your parents didn't give you enough attention or love,
so you didn't learn some simple things you need to know, they are like flowers that haven't bloomed,
I know it's not your fault, but you should be aware of the limits that dance around you,
of how limited you can sometimes be in the face of life, like a tree that bends under a storm,
here, let me do this, watch how it's done, for every gesture is a story.
See how simple it is? Take your time and have patience, for patience is a sculptor of the soul,
but no, you lack patience, and now you're upset, aren't you? A smoldering fire beneath words,
I can tell, you think I can't see it in your gaze? A restless sea in your eyes,
I'm going downstairs now, my favorite show starts soon, a refuge of colors and sounds,
and don't be upset because I tell you the simple truth, for truth is a clock of the heart.
Do you want something from downstairs, a little treat perhaps, a snack from the realm of ephemeral peace?
No? Are you sure? Look at me, I'm here to help, with ordinary gestures like warm rain,
weaving silence and words, in a dance of life where every step counts like a note,
but sometimes we let ourselves be carried by waves without knowing, seeking unseen and calm shores.
The simple truth is like a mirror we don't want to look at, a sky that reflects hidden desires,
reflecting our limits and unfulfilled desires, like a labyrinth of forgotten dreams,
but in a world full of imperfections and searches, we find each other like wandering stars,
and we accept each other as we are, in our perfect imperfection,
in a universe of thoughts and emotions, seeking meanings in silences and whispers of the wind.
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