I am grateful for my eyes

For they became the device

Through which I saw your face clearly

In my early days of puberty.


I am grateful for my vision,

My sense of observation

Who noticed the details of your existence,

Liking the proximity of your physical presence.


I am grateful for my heart

Which throbbed except for pumping blood,

Letting me know that it is peace,

Excitement and shyness that I feel.


I have never been truly happy with my painful survival

But if our paths are going to join together,

If our meetings, our proximities, may they be however

Are moving towards a happy, successful and healthy revival,


If together, we will make a united, warm start,

I will believe that life is beyond survival sustained by art,

Beyond creating magic, performing and gaining applause.

I will forget the unnecessary troubles that the universe caused.


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