I will never be young again.
That life was serious
One begins to understand later
-like all young people, I came
to take my life ahead.
Leave a mark wanted
and leave to applause
-to grow old, to die,
they were just
the dimensions of the theater.
But time has passed
and the unpleasant truth looms:
grow old, die,
it is the only argument of the play
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