Themes reimagined

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Just as notes on a note sheet

Or colors on a canvas,

Just as words shot in the air

Or a scene in a movie,

Thousand eyes see not one blue,

Thousand ears hear not one note,

Thousand mouths say not one word,

Thousand films play not one life;

Change the lighting of the street

And wrinkle becomes crevasse,

The child most sweetest and fair

Turns frank and further groovy,

What you feel is but a glue

Stitching the strange ship afloat,

For, when all the lines are blurred,

Your own face may become rife…

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When colors on the canvas

And when notes on the note sheet

Spell the words “porque te vas?”

It is ever bitter-sweet…

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