If I think about it, you are just like me: an ungraceful, unkempt face, arms too thin in oversized shirts.
Words, often stupid, coming from your mouth, thinking too little.
Exaggerated gestures in your hands, which hurt without realizing it.
You are like me: shoulders that begin to be broad and strong, slender fingers and shining eyes.
The courage of a first love phrase, two feet leaving a mark without fear.
Always defend a friend and never play with the lives of others.
Even if you try to hurt me, you are like me.
