Days
Puçol (València, Spain), September 2021 |
Days at the end of Summer,
days of memories, of beginnings:
time to take stock of life.
Eager to start a new season, full
of energy, of light, of willpower
to come out of my slumber.
Days of old pains,
longing for what could have been:
self-deceiving of an imperfect future.
To walk alone, never lonely,
along this brand-new time,
together with friendship, landscape, sound.
I stand up in harmony
swimming in the tenacious sadness
which stubbornly walks along with me.
Without a haste, nor a pause,
with memories and longings:
more experiences, learning moments.
Without a pause, nor a haste;
wiser, more cautious,
though alive, on my way.
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