Day

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.

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