I'm reading to you and I'm remembering a poem that speaks precisely of how the joy of life is that chain of coincidences and surprises that take our breath away. I enjoy the routine a lot, but I don't close myself off from it. I have a niece who is bored and is always looking for something new to do and always tells me that I'm not bored because I'm old. hahahaha. Maybe with the years, we learn to value the quietness of the sea, the same smells, to appreciate the same spaces. Thank you for your accurate comment, @hlezama.
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