Life has some simple instructions for use:
or it is good or bad,
without half measures or grayscale;
or black or white, in the abyss or in the sky.
Every pain we feel
It makes us pain itself.
Because there is no drama that is not tragedy,
a small improvement takes us
directly to be in glory.
Everything is overwhelming, apotheosis,
Both good and bad.
Virtue is in the middle
because we live in the vice of extremes:
home or outdoors, laughing or crying,
silence or melody of song with sea views,
joyful river that flows
or stagnant water that rots and smells bad.
It is never cloudy:
everything is rain or sun.
There are no autumns or springs,
only winters or summers.
