Numbers and people 

Between my 22 years and my grandma’s 

There is the life of another human, 

Old enough to have grand-children. 

Between my life and a new-born, 

A young boy or girl awaits 

To fulfill a life made of promises. 

Between a new-born 

And the idea of humanity, 

There is the hope of living. 

Each time life seems to end, 

It only turns its face 

and throw us 

Back in the beginnings//
Remember and honor 

The idea that made you.

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