That gray cloud, that traces the sky, is nothing more than the subtle prologue of one day among so many a day of those that dawn, forging a universe and a tomorrow. With the first coffee come the fears, sweetened with crumbs of hope, and only with a new day beggars of time and battles remain to be addressed. Let us therefore paint the sun and fight for this immaculate day, similar to yesterday's in so many things that making it green first is complicated. We only have to fight today, and that's a lot, because sunset confirms a sincere effort to continue, at every step, dreaming.
