

Today you see as if through a looking glass.
Yesterday ́s news.

My testimony is not watertight

The last bullet kills.
We will survive.

At the moment of my birth I thought of death.
You promised me a star in the sky.

What our eyes can ́t see, our hearts will understand

This was not designed by Donna Karan

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I was hit.
Find your way to Utopia.

My days are filled with colour

What ́s happening?
A small piece of the sky.

Was it only black and white?

And hot blood runs through my veins

So what? I am old, but beautiful.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

My father was a master at handling birchbark
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Multiculture is wealth
Am I free?
I thirst for you