The wind blows through the palm trees
like someone passing by without a sound,
but leaves the trace of its presence
in the song of the birds.

The sun is already low,
and the earth, warm, breathes slowly.
Each step is a reminder
that time is a road that doesn't turn back.

Life is made of small gestures:
the worker’s embrace,
the child's smile,
the gaze of the woman who makes a home a...

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In the hinterland of tomorrow, where the stars will dance

There’s a moon that lights up the ground, and the wind greets us with a glance

The sky is a vast field, an expanding canvas spread

I follow the trails of the future, with a dream in hand, ahead

Oh, cosmic heart, where are you?

In the dance of galaxies, we’ll meet, it’s true

Dancing among planets, with the sun as our guide

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