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B J Y L U C K T. In the first line a word hides and is hard to find. But, as Google says, I feel lucky. All of us who grew up with Mafalda syndrome only tolerate one kind of soup: the alphabet soup. Will there be words hidden diagonally? And from back to front? My inner child encourages me to challenge me and I bet that, although it is said that any kid is plugged all day to the screen, the challenge of the alphabet soup or the labyrinth are tempting. ¡Play more! Who can resist the imperative that has nothing to do with duty but with pleasure? Between the meanders of a labyrinth, the Dino lamp (undisputed homage to the Flintstones mascot) seeks the exit without despair. Boiled in the soup, the word DANCING waits for someone to take it to the track. And there's more: at the bedside table, the Roboclock turns into an adventure the painful task of getting up early to go to school and on the wall of the room the neon lightning is turned on to light up those long nights of a tale of ferocious corsairs and waterspouts. In each object a story hides and that is what gives meaning to the arsenal that surrounds us. It is the soul of things. Why not turn everyday routine into a playful experience? Is not it said that life is a game? If it is true that every day is the child's day, just as all should be the days of the friend, the mother or the father, I hope that every third Sunday in August the alarm will sound with enough power to wake up the heart of the sleepy adults. There is a whole world of hidden letters, clueless dinosaurs, strident robots and saving lights that can transform everyday life into an endless saga of happy moments. Choose your own adventure I'm going to keep trying the alphabet soup because they wisper me that a HAPPY DAY is hidden inside. And today I feel lucky.

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