In the wake of the day, I woke up
Attentive to life, I got up
With eyes on the horizon I realized
The beauty present on the way
The fast action of time
Soft or angry speech
The trailing step on the road
the will of everything
the wish of nothing
the presence of the past
Walking on the side of today
the overshadowed future
I touched the flowers, felt the breeze
I spoke words, I swallowed alone
An ordinary day, just another day
That with an act, attentive, discreet
It can become that day.
✨ Mágica Mistura
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