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I had entered a dark social life with deliberate steps.

Always with my head down

without allowing myself to stress,

I try not to frown.

Having my face look at the Earth's surface,

sometimes doesn't make me wonder what's ahead of me.

I find myself with a happy sensation

looking at the constellations,

which begin to erase from space;

the initiative to lift my head up.

I leave the social life in a tranquil pace.

Still, with my head down,

I myself begin to embrace.

I see flip-flops approaching me.

I start lifting my head as I begin to see;

pretty feet,

following up, her mid-curves,

then, her upper-curves,

and above all, her beautiful face.

I find myself with my head raised,

as if a brightstar fairy were to have lead my head straight;

makes me, wanting to look up from now on,

and each...and everyDay.