The poetry and the song are a part of me, so love me one, weigh me a part of you, without whom I do not want to have been. Days are not infinite. The day itself and the days that we live in life. But with the finiteness of a day, of life, with all its natural and sometimes unnatural rhythms, it is up to the person himself to cancel what seems impossible at the given boundaries and in between. In our imagination, in the strength from which as humans we can draw hope, in everyday things, small and large miracles of life and its nature that shape us. Who…