Joy before the Love
Wanderlino
Arruda
Joy
is
everywhere in all that sings,
inside colors, inside sounds.
It can be in mountains or plains,
in gardens, on streets and squares,
in schools or offices,
stores and antechambers.
Joy in rhythm exists,
in movement, when the lights are
lit,
and also in the blinking lights.
Joy
is in the rocking of the sea
and in the way the blossoming
young women walk.
We feel the joy of birds in flight
and in songs
and in the breeze that gently
passes.
In the innocence of children we
feel joy,
and in the wisdom of the old ones.
Joy of the plants during and after
the rain,
joy of mountains in the rising
sun,
joy of the mother before the joy
of her son,
divine joy before the beauty of
love,
joy of all before the joy itself.
