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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