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If happiness were our goal
we would not wish to reach it,
for that would be the end of longing
and afterward… what would follow?
Life is a continuous road,
with every step we add up joys,
the colors that burst forth
to make us feel glad
yesterday, today and tomorrow.
If living means waking at dawn
painting a blank canvas,
let the brush not tremble;
if some mishap stains it,
it is because even the shadows
are part of the passage toward transcendence.
Let us enjoy the smile as we contemplate
the most brilliant metallic hues
so as to anchor in our memory
the lasting satisfaction
that lies beyond glory.