They suggested to me, to become "strong", of the "masquerade" power.
I refused. And I was unemployed.
They suggested that I become a marble worker,
of the rich to build the palaces.
But I disliked the "carats" of luxury.
And I was unemployed again.
Finally, by my own decision,
and without ulterior motive or pretext,
I became love's delivery girl.
Distributing orders of love everywhere.
And it was my secret trump card!
In apartment buildings, single-family houses, huts, refugee camps.
Without transactions and compromises.
And the leftover crumbs were enough for my peace of mind,
His is my precious peace!
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