A morning so bright

A matter of contingency is needed when when we talk about life. Human being wakes up every day to face the shrouded reality served before his table. Yearning for more he acquire but hiding his reactionary stool in the toil of hard labor.

May ours not be like the rain that fall but ended on a hot charcoal. May ours not be like the cloud that conjoined the tears of the rain but stopped abruptly. May ours not be like a man that toils in the day but lost his wages by night. May ours not be like the soddom and Gommorah.

May ours be great like the mountain of Kilimanjaro. May ours be sweet like the taste of rose. May ours glitter like a Plata of gold, sparkling like and a diamond and rosy like bronze.