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When I go back to work, will be sick
When I go back to work will be fireworks
I wanna serve people like there is no tomorrow
If someone says Thanks
I will kiss her or him
(Even though, old folks have no real teeth)
With no teeth, there is more room for heart
With all my love, I hope me and the elderly never part
All this will be consummated when I go back to work…
My hope and dreams are so unlimited…
When I think about going back to work.
It will be like that moment when Proust sipped his tea
And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent
The disaster became innocuous, the brevity, illusory.
Ah, when I go back to work…
This sensation has an effect on me
Which love has of filling me with a precious essence.
Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy?
Did Joan of Arc feel it
when she kept strong in front of the executioners?
Did John the Baptist have this feeling when he says,
the time arrived that I must decrease and He must increase.
And he was right about it…
Did Nicki Minaj feel it when the barbz looked away from Cardi B’s beckons of violence?
Did Shawn Mendes keep strong when Justin Beiber feigned ignorance to his existence?
We must stay strong in these times, and prove perseverance.
For there will be a day that I ought to go back to work
And it will be all of me.
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