POETRY | LIFE
Enjoy your path
What does each moment inspire you to become?
Lê em Português, aqui.We are bare feet on the ground,
Hurt by the stones that get in the way,
Wet by the raindrops that fall,
Leaving our skin moisturized for some event.
We are lives traced by a constant walk,
Of those hills and ravines that stubbornly pass by,
Untangling our hair and hardening our gaze.
We are the future of the past,
The present of now,
A history of tomorrow.
Will there be tomorrow?
The stride is tense, the weary feet continue…
The eyes stubbornly tear, not seeing
That new ravine that’s almost here.
And our body falls.
On the ground, we look for strength to rise.
But what can we do?
If the water keeps falling on our skin,
If our shoulders no longer want to support us?
Breathe slowly,
Feel that moment, on the ground.
What do you see if you look ahead?
An indeterminable…
