Our life is only a season
which sprouts by chance in the sunshine.
To play living, loving, being happy,
to enjoy the landscape colors
and the music of the day,
the dreams of falling words
in our destiny, is our right.
We can live sweetly
if we know the rules of the game
fast and mysteriously,
and go on without worrying
without proving whether every word is true or false,
because what counts is what we hear and see.
Happiness comes only once in a lifetime,
and when it happens we don't notice it,
even if we kiss the one we love,
or if we shake the hands of our best partner
before the darkness of the night
takes away everything that was beautiful,
loved, present, and that seemed eternal.
Enjoy the flower of the day
and the sun, the music. kisses and words
like they are just for a day,
fresh and spontaneous as a flying bird.
