After a while, finding that nothing more happened
and I would not have a return of anything I had done,
I suddenly found better and I saw the promise of a new
life.
Things flew everywhere, including my voice and serious
expression on my face kept long.
I started to believe that finally the wind was blowing
in my favor.
And for the first time in a long time, I really felt
for body and soul
something that almost no longer existed between my
feelings: hope.
Suddenly, I allowed myself to believe I was on the
right track
And I finally understood that God writes straight with
crooked lines.
I was alone, but I felt satisfied.
And suddenly, other people showed up and I realized
that they were as happy as I am.
Maybe I'll find love in a hopeless place after all.
Maybe I'm crazy rational
Or maybe bent my steps have made me stumble in the right hole.
And now I feel happy,
As Cecilia Meireles and his magic window and Tom Jobim
with their "Waters of March".
Because the intensity of the happiness I feel, only I
can see.
The happiness I feel is not necessary to understand.
The happiness I feel is a fresh wind of hope before a
hushed air discouraging.
And this wind is the only thing I need.
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