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To hope is not to run away, nor to close one's eyes,
It's about welcoming doubt, making it a little less old.
It is like holding in your hand an almost invisible thread,
And walk like a tightrope walker, fragile but peaceful.

It is believing that dawn will come despite the night,
That a heart that wavers is not a broken heart.
It is to sow splinters even in the rubble,
And sometimes smile in the rain, in the shade.

It's saying "again" when everything says "it's over",
Choose yes, even after boredom.
It is this discreet impulse, this noiseless flame,
Which keeps us moving forward... all the same, despite everything.

To hope is not to know, it is to feel,
It is not about possessing, but about learning to cherish.
It is this inner song that no one can steal:
A breath, a dance, a whisper... a secret.