Daniela had a house,
with seven entrance doors,
and for every day,
I went out on the street for a different one,
the particular thing was,
that he did it by changing his name,
varying itself,
even his way of dressing and acting.
Dorotea on Mondays,
Adriana on Tuesdays,
Natalia on Wednesdays,
Isabela on Thursdays,
Eugenia on Fridays,
Luciana on Saturdays,
Antonia on Sundays.
But Daniela was always Daniela,
seven doors inside his house.
Dorotea stood out for her bad mood,
Adriana eternally sleepy,
Natalia insecure and nervous,
Isabela innocently optimistic,
Eugenia the most anxious,
Luciana an unstoppable hurricane,
Antonia creative and calm.
The truth was that random life,
took Dorotea's trophy,
and nothing was the same for Daniela,
There was a door, there was a day left,
and its inner balance,
began to lose stability,
and in a moment of inspiration,
seal six of the seven doors,
to dedicate himself to live his own life.
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