Dreams of endurance.

My hands come and go
in the cultivation of stamina,
hoping that the harvest
is a hard fruit for my years.

Maybe I haven't had enough capacity
to take dreams out of inertia
I program rigorous exercises for
to get the power they need.

And can jump the fighting trenches,
to advance against time in a battle for life.
Do not faint at the blows,
to resist biting and anarchy,
plague that corrodes and uncovers destructive emotions.

Let dreams break inertia,
and can enter reality with tanned skin,
willing to withstand the onslaught of uncertainty.
And armed with smiles and dreams,
to shoot joys with the necessary heat
to make a better world.

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