December morning

You cannot escape
the rays of the sun
On a December morning.
Pure energy,
They attract and recharge you
When no entertainment
seemed possible.

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Bumpy life

In a busy life of words and actions
The difficulty is observing in silence and discovering
What is recurrent.
Randomly bumping the elbows to corners and pains,
We leave a trail that tells our story
And passes often through points of significance.
Few points with value
Are like benches where to feel at home
And safely alone.