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Heart of a child
the genius crouches and crushes
under the weight of the expectations
of a savior that he stubbornly
refuses to embody
Let me be! cries the ego
oppressed in its ambitions
To be without being special,
To be just one among
The billions of shooting stars
Fallen in children's hearts.
Let me play in joy!
Far from your faith in me,
Far from all projections on me
From your exceptions to rules never written.
Let me be, just me
In my failures and disappointments
In my successes and my elations
Let me explore myself, beyond
The prisons of the definitions
That everyone has of me.
Let me live free
To express myself, to hatch out
My creativity, far from the schools
Who want to conform me
To confuse me in the mass,
To steal my latent talents
Pervert my imagination,
Imprison my originality
And all this In the name of knowledge
In the name of experience,
In the name of science.
Let me manifest my excellence
Whatever it is, whatever its meaning
Without taboo or fear of sterile criticism
Let me dare and think beyond
The beaten track, explore
Distant vague horizons
Where imagination never sails
Let me create
Through my magical child's heart
Who sees the beauty beyond the meaning
And the essence beyond words
Let me articulate through the word
Weave into the fabric of the world
The existent that I am, Let me create myself.
