Mañana

I drove between the lemon trees
Imagination of my daydreams
And I thought about the golden (?leafs?)
Manana was this (?dream?)

But suddenly a [ ] broke in my mind
[....] be kind
Illusion instead of confidence
Some fellows want to suggest
One as ugly as their principles
As ugly as the rest
[....]

No worry, no game

With all intention
You have to force it
With all your action
You have to push it
[....]
[....]
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