or read a good book;
whenever my eyes meet sunny skies in this city
or I eat tasty food.
Whenever I feel gloomy or content,
in solitude or loneliness;
at each lovely moment
and also the ones filled with darkness.
In every drop of wine;
whether in your presence or your absence
and your warmth remains in this heart of mine
since nothing is happenstance.
In the silences I keep
and my hopeful resilience;
may my words be shallow or deep,
may my hours be of doubt or patience.
In every page of that story;
blankness and poetry;
all the things for which I feel sorry;
both my kindness and cruelty.