Memories of life, we reclaim human intelligence.
The gentle hand returns among the rocks,
the sly time that envelops us in the rays of a warm sun,
breathing with us.
Can you feel life?
Sweet Boredom.
Choose to do nothing but what you feel,
we transit far from the habits of the world,
we build our own, new every day.
Sweet Boredom.
Time is precious, let it flow freely,
get in line, watch it move
and choose whether to follow it, or let it go,
falling in love with being. Again.
Sweet Boredom.