Poetic adjunction

Happiness is in the air, in the sea, is when you want to kiss me
It is in the beasts of the earth that are free as blood that runs through your veins
He is observing the morning dew perched on a Lantana
In your brown eyes and in what you have more faith
In the wake of the awakening every morning after a grandmother's advice wise
Happiness ... It is in everything that can be, without stopping to tell
In that delicious cake that you ate yesterday, when night and day merge, in the magic of poetry, in the wisdom of a story, in living without remorse.
She is in overcoming fears, in your relaxing room
In love and hate, in giving and receiving, in listening and speaking
In wanting without looking at who with the innocence of yesterday
It is in the rhymes of these phrases
In love for yours
It is in everything that can be, that's why you should look for it without stopping
It's in art, in technology, in peace
Happiness is everything that accompanies us even if it does not come full of grace
In the laughter of a child and the cries of his mother when to this world came
It is in life and although it seems incredible it is also in the badness
Find your happiness, she wait for you.