everywhere in all that sings,
inside colors, inside sounds.
It can be in mountains or plains,
in gardens, on streets and squares,
in schools or offices,
stores and antechambers.
Joy in rhythm exists,
in movement, when the lights are
and also in the blinking lights.
is in the rocking of the sea
and in the way the blossoming
young women walk.
We feel the joy of birds in flight
and in songs
and in the breeze that gently
In the innocence of children we
and in the wisdom of the old ones.
Joy of the plants during and after
joy of mountains in the rising
joy of the mother before the joy
of her son,
divine joy before the beauty of
joy of all before the joy itself.