I / Before
I moved slowly,
always wanting to reach
the end of the narrow roads.
I found deceptions and satisfactions;
more deceptions than satisfactions
and more plurals than singulars.
I coveted everything
beyond these high walls,
even so I didn't rush my life.
I believed in other people's beliefs
and I hoped which from me
the time to slip away... killing me, then.
II / During
However, neither it I could get.
I followed so many ways
and neither they could help me.
Ocasionally I sighted daisies
blossoming on the walls
and among the tiles of the streets.
Sighting so many daisies was madness.
Well, to hell with sanity!
And what would be of life without its paradoxicality?
Much suffering for little time!
Little contemplation for much beauty!
Much anguishe for little heart!
III / After
Oh, the other side:
feared by a few,
coveted by others.
Although the labyrinth
seems infinite and sufferable,
we can find the exit together.
The question is not how we can get out,
reaching, at last, the afterlife;
and yes, how we can end with so much suffering.
To start over, we must wake up!
To wake up, we must exist!
And like this, life will wait for us!
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
I / Before
I moved slowly,
always wanting to reach
the end of the narrow roads.
I found deceptions and satisfactions;
more deceptions than satisfactions
and more plurals than singulars.
I coveted everything
beyond these high walls,
even so I didn't rush my life.
I believed in other people's beliefs
and I hoped which from me
the time to slip away... killing me, then.
II / During
However, neither it I could get.
I followed so many ways
and neither they could help me.
Ocasionally I sighted daisies
blossoming on the walls
and among the tiles of the streets.
Sighting so many daisies was madness.
Well, to hell with sanity!
And what would be of life without its paradoxicality?
Much suffering for little time!
Little contemplation for much beauty!
Much anguishe for little heart!
III / After
Oh, the other side:
feared by a few,
coveted by others.
Although the labyrinth
seems infinite and sufferable,
we can find the exit together.
The question is not how we can get out,
reaching, at last, the afterlife;
and yes, how we can end with so much suffering.
To start over, we must wake up!
To wake up, we must exist!
And like this, life will wait for us!
