Everyday I want a new desire.
And I run and fight for this desire everyday.
Everyday I make a dream come true and I sleep and dream new dreams.
Everyday I hear these albatrosses whispering life's secrets.
A secret is something that is in front of us and we think we don't see.
Everyday I sing the same song that my parents used to sing when we met the first time in this world.
Everyday the sun tells me a little bit more than the silly words we use at the elevator.
Everyday is a new day.
Everyday every day...
Vanessa Aquino
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