On every corner, a trace of life, A loose laugh, a hidden tear

On every corner, a trace of life, A loose laugh, a hidden tear. Coffee on the table, the smell of the city, In simple gestures, true freedom. The streets speak in rhyming language, Everyday life is art that comes closer. A cat passing by, an old man telling, Stories of a time that will never return. Logic says goodbye, the absurd sets in, In the dance of days, life is a room. Between laughter and echoes of subtle irony, The parody shines with its gentle manner. We value the now, the moment so brief, With humor and mockery, Life dares. And so we continue this never-ending party, With the lightness of the verses that bring the yes.