Photo internetThe morning wakes up and leaves the dawn behind. Tomeguines whistle and mockingbirds warble. The morning breeze caresses the face of the young woman who passes perfumed and elegant. She is happy because she loves and gives light to existence. She turns blue any gray day and perfums the path that opens by sowing roses.
We are privileged to belong to the human species. I look at the sun in the morning and thank you. Immense, dazzling, strong, it raises its presence behind the horizon and gives life to the peasant who tills the earth. It clears the dew left by the night and allows you to dream of a better journey.
February arrives with Saint Valentine. Lighted gazes escape without permission, enchanted kisses augur the eternal, caresses for the beloved face do not wait. The verse, the song, the alliance, the flower ... These are some of the ways we express love to those who touched our soul. February 14, a song of love shines. A child smiles and walks happily towards his school. His mother gives the timely advice at the right time. The wife writes to the man who stole her heart and is far away. The poet gives verses. That is love. Tender, passionate, active, intimate. February gives its love song. It gives the rainbow after the drizzle, the cold that invites the embrace of the loved one, the blanket in the alcove between curtains and candelabra. Love, simply love.
Thanks to life that has given me so much!, wrote Violeta Parra. It does not matter that we are accompanied by pain, misunderstanding or doubt. That is part of life. In the end, those who truly love triumph. February 14 is needed, it's true. The human species claims it. The eternal scent of flowers is necessary, the force of love in its most pure and wise dimension. That one that arrives with the arrows of Cupid.
