Good morning, miserable world, good morning to all our deferred dreams, to all the departed, whose names we never remembered after their departure, and to all those who spend the night drawing their features and writing about them. Good morning to all the lines of time in the face of an elderly person. For every sparkle in the eyes of a child, for every despair envelops the souls of young people Good morning, to our empty pockets, to the chaos of our minds, to our tired villages, to the feeling of alienation, even though we have not left yet. For routine, for everything that is ugly or beautiful, for causeless misery Good morning to all the tired who wake up with the hope of new beginnings despite their knowledge That all these days are copies of each other!
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Good day Mden. We are now in the evening. May you spend the day with your heart out, regardless if its a little lonely or joyful.