Details!

That summer afternoon, sitting in the park,

under the shade of a tree, I remember stories of a happy time.

It was a time when the birds were singing and the children lived to play.

When I had real friends and all were fun.

Time passes, winter came and the birds were gone.

We grow and darkness dominate everything.

Chasing our fate, no time to sing, there are several commitments, we live to work.

But one day, suddenly, the birds return to their nests full of life, we are happy again.

The heart is hopelessly in love, grew a flower blossomed love.

Then we discovered that happiness is in the wind simplicity,

In the heat of the soul as well, in the small details of a hummingbird!

Luís Fernando Bruno

2015