by Maria Cinanni
You come from a rich name,
I built a great castle,
You bought a Van Gogh,
I painted the sky,
You've climbed the Tour Eiffel,
I swam in the ocean,
You've won the marathon, 
I've learnt to fly, 
You saw the Grand Canyon,
I climbed a mountain.
You were here, 
I was there.

The child...

...I saw a goat
And a horse, and a pony,
For the first time in my life.
Living in that sort of city,
You know how it was. 
But now, but now,
I canít believe what I see...


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