Confetti of a civilization 'old Europe besieged and languishing.
What will we see, what's on the doorstep of our future and what to perform 'the old lady to save his past,' cause of this has so 'little.
Pulsa the new veins of those who go down the street, look and live.
Simulacra of rusty scrap do not cover the urgency of the day, and it will still not 'more' clear direction.
At the gates of Europe press a 'wave of people,
in the old continent in order to push that bubble uncontrollable as the new wine in the vats.
order external and internal concerns of seeking solutions, young people who ask the right reins of the future.
Pierrot flats to look, and a tear slips hot cheek reclined. Enjoy the sweet lullaby of the evening, the prelude to a new day and the same, with the curiosity 'expectation.
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