The mortal beginning of the day is simple, not overtly suspicious or conspicuous the newspaper vendor throws it on the windowpane the Sun is as magnanimous as it was yesterday it is not present of course in some places where it snows when I love, it's all the time at every fleeting moment of self discovery within me if I am deceptive to myself what will a day give to me? I love you not because it's' the right thing to do and I don't love you less or more depending on today's date Nevertheless, the celebrated saint needs to be celebrated once more In the times of chaos and climate change and politics of hate this day of smiles and flowers is gratifying to say the least
verses and conflicts of the soul