At the end of the rainbow
Turns out it's not somewhere
Look around, it's everywhere
For anyone who cares
Today I open the door of the 60's, believing that all these years I lived with my feet on the ground and I never chased rainbows to find the jar with the gold, which people say that exists at the end. Maybe it's because I learned the end of the story from a young age or because in my life I realized how much truth is in the words of the one who said that the real gold is around us and is nothing else than the people who live around us, in our mind and heart. But above all, I think it’s because I was lucky to have parents, who taught me to be happy with what God has offered me.
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