I love people who doubt, people who listen too much to their heart swinging
I love people who say and contradict themselves without denouncing themselves
I love people who tremble, who sometimes don't seem capable of judging
I love people who walk half in their shoes and half beside them

I love their little song
Even if they look like fools

I love those who panic, those who are not logical, finally, not "as it should be"
Those who, with their chains so as not to bother us, make a jingle sound
Those who will not be ashamed to be, in the end, nothing but heart failures
For not having been able to say "deliver us from the worst and keep the best"

I love their little song
Even if they look like fools

I love people who dare not appropriate things, let alone people
Those who are happy to be nothing more than a simple window for children's eyes
Those who without a banner and colorblind of the soul ignore colors
Those who are enough fools so that history never honors them

I love their little song
Even if they look like fools

I love people who doubt but would like to be left in peace from time to time
And that they are never mistreated when they walk their autumns in spring
To be told that the soul makes more beautiful flames than all these sad asses
And to thank them, to tell them, to shout at them "thank you for having lived!"

Thank you for the tenderness
And never mind your buttocks
Who did what they could

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