I open my house door in two ways
One when I want to get out and be free
One when I want friends to come in and see me
To all of us the door reserves surprises and mysteries
Are we the same as we were
The day when we last said good bye
Are we estranged or ready to change to be friends
Are we the people left in the past or we belong to tomorrow
In front of the door lays my garden
The flowers which have been waiting for me
To water them, feed them, and clean them from al pests and disease
Behind the door: my conflicts, my friends and our thoughts that we’re independent.
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