Day

That gray cloud, that
traces the sky,
is nothing more than
the subtle prologue of one day
among so many dawns,
forging a universe and a tomorrow.

With the first coffee come
the fears, sweetened with crumbs of hope,
and only with a new day
do beggars of time and unfinished battles remain.

Let us therefore paint
the sun and fight for
this immaculate day,
so like yesterday's
in so many ways that greening it first grows hard.

We have only to fight today,
and that is enough,
because sunset bears witness to a sincere effort to go on,
at every step, dreaming.