Opening an access is not easy. Anyone who knows what is on the other side of the verge makes a push. Opening the door is different, not as easy as pushing. The door opens slowly. A look, a hand, a light air boost. Whoever does not know what is behind the entrance takes the steps in two directions. We opened the door that had brought us mobility, and we didn't realize that we had at the door of the Coronavirus.

And at this point, which seems unlikely or incredible, we've realized that reality has room. From time to time we suddenly fall asleep, a day that wakes up unexpectedly. Consciousness and/or perception have unintentionally torn the forehead and reflection has become a gap.

From time to time, the weeks become heavy, heavy. And the lack of movement of the air at home, the lack of orientation of the looks on the computer, the need to go before the wristwatch and the slowness of the day gain weight.

Life is sometimes not smooth. There are lives in which it's exhausting. Battles, post-war, famines, plagues and earthquakes were experienced at some time. Now it's been up to us to live the quarantine. This situation is strange to us and we have no experience of it, which gives rise to concern. Fear, fear, has visited us twice and caught us twice naked. This discomfort causes us contractions, and those headaches give us fear and despair. We got into this wheel. Still, we have to have hope and patience.

In fact, what weight does a problem have if you put the solution on the scale? What is the weight of the happiness generated by the settlement of a dispute? Today’s wager is to weigh each one’s point of view and, by deleting this quarantine with optimism, get lessons from it.

The good thing about being at home has its burden, valuing what surrounds us. Sometimes, the jaw, the slap, comes well to give importance to the most important thing. We were walking like a headless chicken here and there. But at the time of working, we have to wait. We need to stop from time to time. Knowing how to be. And let's hope that the moments we spend become gifts. And in that waiting time, we received unexpected lessons.

It seems that what has value we kept frequently. Hide, hide. Just if we looked at the small pleasures. Exactly. Barely yes. It seems that the storms broke out in the light of the day and we let the details of what happened. We feigned impatience. We were blind to the value of talking calmly with someone or not paying attention to the pleasures around us. We stepped on. Despise, despise rather than value.

Moments of importance, on two occasions, give the opportunity to be taken into account. He who is important knows how to wait. What has value at the tips of the feet is unconsciously approaching. The major is dedicated to stealing smiles.

Larrugorri. Red. Naked. It's empty. That's how we've been quarantined. Concern has left us empty. The street has left them deserts. Empty. Bare feet. And now, little pleasures have embraced their homes. And now, we want to make visible in the eye what the background sees. And now we miss these details. And now we throw them away. And now we've started to climb the eye curtains. And now, we have their need. And now, we've realized the importance of smallness. We've learned to give importance to the most important thing, to take into account every sweet moment. Because normal is extraordinary.

The usual thing is the delight. Little pleasure. The downfall is a big slice. We often look for it, but it's too simple to intuit. Smallness is not a dark spot, it is not the dream of deprivation. There's the smallness. Close. Close. Here. And that's where we're quarantined, looking at the nuances and pleasures that we didn't look at them. Making them aware of it. Enjoying with them. Surviving thanks to them. He remembered them.

We've realized that doing sport is a pleasure. The return to the mountain, the joy of fatigue, an excellent viewpoint. Walking by the sea can be a part or race session, or several kilometers by bike. It can be a sloping stain and a moment of sweat, both scrambled. The two are the ones who leave during the indispensable week to soak.

Prairies. This spring we have noticed that stepping on the grasslands is a pleasure and we have also missed it. Grasslands are sugar grasses. Clean sheets that give softness to the feet. Grasslands are earthworms that take millimetric contact measures. The tips of the fingers that the imbeciles make under their feet.

And at home, before setting a schedule, the days were half and half. Since we've put the schedule in quarantine, the midday passes through the tips of the feet, while the sweet rays of the sun tear our face. Pleasures. Small pleasures. Small but not insufficient.

In these pleasures we have social life and in the quarantine we have referred to the value of meeting with others. We have had their absence and we have learned to value it. We're skipping our screens without eyes and wanting to drink the contact sweat drops.

We've gotten into the mandile of contact, of communicating with people, of soaking laughter pants together. It's the eyebrow of gazes. Contact belly contracted, wrinkled intestines. Dental perspiration for encounters with the closest ones. Desire and desire to be a couple. Desire, longing and greed for social life. Seasoned belly with food and starvation in front. Spring empty belly, wall filled belly. Empty belly with steps, belly full of pairs. Empty belly with hugs, full belly with screens. Have lice and scratch your head. He has rubbed his desires for lice to satiate spring. Appetite is what links the sources with the chains.

We've realized the essence of looking in the eyes. They laugh at the sweetness of the formal premise. About the emotion of a caress. From the heat of the hug. The one who embraces it takes the tip of his gaze and the one who receives it cuts. The one who embraces opens his arms and the one who receives them shortens. He who embraces is attentive and expects what he receives. The one who embraces has a face laugh and the one who receives it for free. A hug. Hold your arms. The nearest place where love and esteem are given. Connection gift. Pleasures. Small pleasures. Small yes, but not rare.

One of these pleasures is to take time for oneself. These days we have learned to be quiet. The clock is no longer in place and is now waiting for its needles. Let's wait for health. Pending these resources. And waiting times have become a gift for quarantined housekeepers.

We have always said that we are running out of time, now we have time to do what we did not do. We were rarely going to do one-minute races, usually. We forgot to stop and lived for half a second. And now is the time to give way to the hobbies and hobbies that ruin us. We can't complain on the couch during the quarantine, we have to take advantage of this time. We have hanged the Knights in the dust and now we have to remove the dust.

A gravel grain has fallen into the sea. In the sea of time there is a handshake, we have been questioned whether or not we should hold the hand. We have at last taken time by hand. We entered the clock and watched it. And we've realized that pressure masks the red cheeks of time. Presa has left us orphans. Maybe, when we drown at home, we've noticed how to breathe.

What is a month if you compact the sweetest juice in those moments? Wrinkles are pictures of ages. And in the photos, memories become a story of our past. It's nice to take some time to look at the photos.

Reading is also nice. It's knowing how to enjoy our silences with the author's screams. When you send a book, you find a hand. When you send a book, a look makes you enjoy. Pleasures. Small pleasures. Small yes, but not rare.

One of these pleasures is coexistence. An excuse to reunite with the family. The time to spend time at home. We've learned to live in quarantine, to survive together. Together it has united us. We've seen the movies together, we've been together taking some vitamin D in the sun, we've eaten together, we've played the cards together. We have chalked with the neighbors, we have sung and danced together the songs of the loudspeaker that we have placed on the balconies. Pleasures. Small pleasures. Small yes, but not rare.

We have detected that one of these pleasures is to give or receive the esteem and affection of others. We have spent too much silent and deaf time. Memory also needs to speak. We could not say friendly words, we could not listen to them. Suddenly, a silent cry came to those who did not express. And in these moments of bitterness, we have not only given our hands to each other, but we have extended it. And in these heavy moments, we communicate that we are together.

As the footprints appear along the way, we are also on the way. Moving forward is not just moving forward in the steps. Walking along the way is also to show others affection, affection, softness and affection o.Nos it is unusual to show sympathy to others. Curious, strange.

To show sympathy to others is not a cure, that is what makes us human. Strands of braids in the network of family relationships and between friends. When we get excited, we express affection, we embrace each other, and shame disappears somewhere, within the hugs of our mind. Pleasures. Small pleasures. Small yes, but not rare.

One of these pleasures is solidarity. This season we've realized that we're willing to help each other. What was a selfish and materialistic society has become compassionate, compassionate and kind. This situation has made us more human, more tender, more pious. The quarantine has helped us have clearer preferences.

A wall can be dark, the limit of loneliness. The wall can be annoying, separating and obstructive. But the wall also has light, if it's efficient, if it's part of teamwork. The footprint of pain has torn the streets, the places of residence and the senses. We've learned that our five have to join with each other. We have realized the need to be all close so that the memory of the future does not have an inadequate memory of the suffering of this decade.

When his eyes erupt, he gets to work on that occasion. They look, they help, they admire, they grab. Thanks to the activities of the neighborhood. Because we agree. Because we squeeze words together. Because they give us a chance to sing, because we paint two voices in the same voice. Because they rejoice in the days.

And what about the hospital workers? The great burden of responsibility lies with the hospital staff. We are proud of your efforts. They're our guideline. Model. Learning. The runway.

And the last appearance of this street movie has been taken away. And at some point, we're going to end the situation and breathe a little bit in that moment. And then we remember the small pleasures valued in the quarantine. And on that occasion, we'll see that it doesn't take much to reach the enjoyment stations. Small pleasures. Moments of delight in a large bag. A case indicates many bags. A bag is always a great deal, even when it is rare, especially when it is equipped with delicacies.

When time awaits us, we fill the bag with small pleasures. When time is expected, the 8 pm strokes, the efforts and efforts of the hospital staff are put into the bag. When we have time, we begin to carry the quarantine with optimism and put the lessons from this experience into the bag. When we wait for time, the details get into the bag and we look at them, turning them into our pleasures. When we have time left, we get into the bag, their gazes, moments of drowning laughter with them, and we realize the value of social life and the desire to have contact with them. When we have time waiting, in the portfolio we make room for hobbies and learn to take time for us. When we have time left, affection gets into the bag and we realize the importance of sympathy and sweetness. When we have time left, the hug we've given or we're going to give, the dances we're going to do, the songs we're going to listen to or listen to get into the bag. When we have time left, we enter the portfolio of coexistence, unity and solidarity and realize the need to reach out. And you, what do you want to add to your wallet?