30 Jan How the day tells me “I love you”

The brazilian poet Drummond says, in his poem "I want":

"I want every day of the year
Every day of life
Every half hour
Every five minutes
Tells me: I love you "

        
If we are not what we say, but what we do, then the day doesn't need much to say “I love you”.
 The day disguises the I love you in the sunshine that comes in through the window, in the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, 
in the kind driver who gives me preference, in a good and warm day in the elevator, 
in the smile with friends, in an unexpected call, 
in a last-minute promotion.

If the day  was like a boyfriend, we would definitely have problems and DRs. The day doesn't just say "I love you".
The day also has anger, tics. I see it in the midday sun, in the chaotic traffic, in the bank row. 
In this case, the day takes an ear tug.

 But, feeling the goodnight kiss in the cool wind of a March night, I'm sure he has already forgiven my scolding.

march/2018

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