In any nice place

IĀ jealousĀ thoseĀ routineĀ lives, thoseĀ routineĀ peoples.
But I never desired to be like they,
Maybe Ā I could not be, already...
Ever, I watched them from far
Some, I like them
Sometime, I was angry.
In two both, I had regret...
While I was thinking these
OneĀ garb iceĀ collect erĀ came
to my side
May be a cop.
He burned a cigarette.
Can he love me?
Who knows.
And me?
Would I love him?
I can love maybe
every body or
nobody...
Everybody its mean is no body.
I climbed to a high hill
From here, city more clear.
Such a beautiful place...
People can desireĀ to die here.
This great garden, these innocent children,
Those flowers...
In the garden, an old woman;
I wish, she put her hand to my shoulder
what solace...
Such a beautiful place
that, people wants to die here.
Just to die,
It such beautiful that,
do not let you for imagine, any thing else.
Such a beautiful
that, can desire to die here one people,
How would be death, in thisĀ beautiful city
Would be more easy?
Death too, would be this much beautiful?
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