Uno De Mi Calle Me Ha Dicho Que Tiene Un Amigo Que Dice Conocer Un Tipo Que Un Día Fue Feliz

One from my street told me he has a friend who says he knows a guy who was happy one day. And they told me they say, that he said he stumbled upon a dream in the street and got distracted, and since then he was not there for anything or anyone. And safe from his conscience, he experienced new sensations and amazed, he realized they suited him well. And they told me they say, that he said that reveling in the luck of that dream he caught, he shouted and heard himself for the first time. He was a man like anyone else: ignored, disoriented, contaminated like anyone else, bored, unknown, and not very daring wherever he was. And they say he grew in such a way that he reached the stars, that he smiled rightly like fools do without reason. And one from my street told me he has a friend who says he knows a guy who was happy one day. One from my street told me that the authorities said the danger had passed, that everything is under control, that it was an isolated case, but nevertheless they recommend taking precautions, that whoever tries it once dreams of relapsing. If you are a man like anyone else: ignored, disoriented, contaminated like anyone else, bored, unknown, and not very daring wherever you are, do not grow in such a way that you reach the stars, that you smile rightly like fools do without reason. That one from my street told me he has a friend who says he knows a guy who was happy one day.