In a café of the soul, two meet,
one with smiles, the other with goodbye.
The first shines bright, her luck aglow,
while the other, in shadows, her sorrow does show.

—Hello! How's your day going? says the fortunate one,
—Today the gray clouds have got me on the run.
The lucky one laughs, her tea is sweet,
—Look around you; there’s magic in the seat.

—Magic? replies the other with a sigh,
—Every time I try, fate passes me by.
Doors close on me, paths darken and fade,
and in this cruel game, my strength has betrayed.

The fortunate one takes a sip of her golden brew,
—But look at the stars; they’re always with you.
In every stumble lies a lesson concealed;
life is a journey where all is revealed.

—Lessons... murmurs the one who bears pain,
—Does sorrow also know how to...