It bet with same me,
a race against the time.
Crossing continent,
without money in pocket,
solo with same me.
Meeting the thousand faces of this world,
tightening hands in a sweet smile.
Thousand strategies thousand ways in order to survive,
turning for the world without a money in pocket.
Thousand various customs and ways,
between various foods and strategies.
Tightening ties within the heart,
carrying dreams to the light of the truth.
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