Monday, June 26, 2017

É, bébé

Is our baby going to be a dancer?
Is he going to be a footballer?
He will be himself
Will laught out loud
Will look at us in the eyes

He will ask for what he wants
Will talk to everyone As if we are all the same
Because
That's is what we are. Really.

He must know rules. But he must not fear them
He must manage his credit
But he must have imagination
He must listen
And he must play

One day 
I played it right
And you lay here next to me.
our baby 
Will be like you and like me
He will be you and me


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