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One learns to smile when one loses 
the spark of laughter, the brightness of light, 
when the soul is dressed in shadows and bites 
the nostalgia that embraces a heart in cross.  

One learns to cry in the deep silence, 
where pride builds skin barriers, 
tears hide, like a fertile dream, 
and the soul cries out softly, like a song of gall.  

One learns to walk along uncertain paths, 
with trembling steps that fear treasures, 
each footprint a memory, each fall, doors 
that open passages towards the longing dawn.  

We learn to face the internal storm, 
where calm is a river that runs through our being, 
and although the horizon is painted as eternal, 
hope blooms, like a song at sunset.