The day does not invent itself,
nor is it the turn of twenty-four
hours that mark the clocks
of the world.
The birds weave auroras
of songs.
Spiders weave their universe
Orbicular, they dream like humans
they sleep in their silken core.
The day does not invent itself
sunflowers chase the sun
...and we his shadow.
The steps of time reach us,
Giants overwhelm us on our foreheads
waves of the sea that drown us,
like an eternal condemnation of life.
we are transforming
in what we never imagined
when we were kids.
At night we shoot down stars,
we sow the moon of glances,
seeds are born that will be forest,
while on earth, wounds are born
that they will be dead.
The day does not invent itself
Cities are born out of necessity
of man, grow up, grow old, in the end
sentenced skyscrapers fall
by Newton's law...the world
it is an abyss.
The sea revolts with its fury,
it destroys levees reclaiming its space.
The day does not invent itself.
He also invents smiles,
of kind hearts, a bridge
of arms with different colors,
with the innocent look of a child,
with the love of the human being.
with music that caresses the soul.
The day does not invent itself
Let's invent a day where the smile
be a universal language,
where there are no empty hands.
We can invent the day.
paint it colors and make it fly
white doves to heaven