December 2011
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My life
My story begins far away,
but a memory that’s hard to say
sometimes I can’t believe
From everything that I see.
Walking down crowed streets as if a stray.
Sometimes before you do, have to pray.
The Holy spirt may travel in me.
But still I do not feel free.
In every story there is a beginning
How do you know if there is an ending?
Right now it starts,
My name is Marcelo....
