Today, a little inspiration, to not forget the flowers blooming right at our feet...
Like children I walked to East, believing
I could touch the sun with my own hands;
Like children I walked through the round earth
chasing, far away, the solar chimera.
I was at the same distance from the golden East
as much as I walked and walked again;
So I did like children: feeling the uselessness of the march
I picked up flowers from the ground, and started playing.
~ Alfonsina Storni ~
(Note: This is my own translation from Spanish, so it's far from perfect!)