I know there are days when you think about giving up,
when the breeze takes away the light from your being,
when fatigue, like a persistent shadow,
embraces your body and makes you fall.
Days when the backpack of dreams
feels so heavy, like a rock in the sun,
where each heartbeat is a distant echo,
The horizon is dressed in grey and clouds,
the stars seem to hide from the sea.
The spark of the soul dims and breaks,
and the heart struggles to find its place.
Do not give up, Life is a cycle
and in every sunset there is a new truth.