I choose I choose to be happy in this land where the weeping willow
give me your shadow
and my chest finally calls you no longer
heart and soul banish you today
Now I sing to the mountains
carpet stretching my word God forbid
malasombra not reach
because I wound and the war.
not presume anything in this life
just want to live in harmony
where the purple is a good shelter.
I choose to be happy is my elegy
stay bland victory
all I want of you Sad firecracker.
Rossana Arellano
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