Chico caught sight of a bird and rushed.
He didn’t care about half hardened concrete
or his master’s resounding oaths (in Catalan)
Thus Chico left his trail to the history,
which archeologists will study in some one hundred years from now!
We ought to be a bit more like Chico:
Think less about what people will say about us now and in the future.
(It will sort itself out somehow, anyway)
Instead:
Know what you want
Go towards your goal
Live NOW!
PS! The Catalan dog probably had a different name.
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