In routine, in small things, in cares you drown,
Stringing days by year by year.
Running around like a circus pony,
You live without feeling life move.
And in this eternal fuss, while you
You run the usual marathon,
You don't notice any dawns or sunsets.
Work-home-business-work-home.
Don't you smell the pungent buds
After a short spring rain.
You don't notice the spring itself, though,
All without you, all without you.
Try to live every moment
In the confluence of sounds, smells, and colors.
Have time to see this creation of God
Have time to understand how beautiful the world is.