Many times I find myself in a state of intrigue with

how can you not tiptoe through life.

How to prevent the transformation of time 

in sand

in water

in the wind.

Elements that go through my fingers

without being able to hold on to the moments,

being the fullness for me

a mystery.

I often find myself wanting

to shake my inner enough 

so as to look at the sky

and exclaim with a smile

my first sincere hallelujah.

Hallelujah for being here!

Hallelujah for being me!

Hallelujah for living!


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