The day today opened its arms and received us, who waited for it patiently, yet eagerly, with a merciful and gladsome gesture. Even though we felt happy - it came again, and we had the pleasure to witness the blue, the white, the green, and blue again, this symphony of colors - there was also a taste of a - - - no-change. But is the day responsible for being sometimes the same as the previous one? By what right do I blame it for my feelings of "same again"? Who will stand up and defend the poor day? Hey, where are you all, the so-called heroes of the night?
Do I need to come and say the truth? Oh, I shall do that, if you do not!!!
Here am I, the simple and the dull, here I cry out: The day is not to be blamed! It did everything possible to make you feel re-newed, re-freshed, relaxed. It presented all its beauty, the wide scale of smells and colors, that only waited for your understanding, for your motion, for the moment you will take them and gave them the meaning. The day and its entourage waited eagerly for you, and you just stood there staring at the ground, looking for the miracle. It was there, behind your back...
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