One year
365 days
What is a year? Is it the one that determines the time of life? I feel that their months have been transformed into weeks. His weeks in days, the days became hours and those hours in a few seconds. Bringing life, to that path of fading and turning it NADA ... You are born, in a short time there is no childhood, but a premature adolescence. With just wake up there is no longer that adult part, you are now just an old man. Where did these lines come from that confirm my old age? Where did they go to give those years where the hours became eternal? What about those desired months, those that have great value and meaning? Years that have been lost, that do not want to be found; There is no time machine to return. his voice will not be heard anymore, if all these things that today have become part of it are still present. A year that has left in its passing, moments of hardship, so it does not want to be remembered and be called a failure. One year, whose time is like a shooting star
|
Muy profundo amigo mío, como decía el gran Juan Gabriel en una de sus canciones el tiempo no perdona.
Juan Gabriel was not wrong, how to do it if he experienced it himself, thank you.
Un año es vida. Saludos
Very good my friend, good poem.
Hermosa poesía estimado @andrades y escucharla es mucho mejor. Continúa produciendo contenido de calidad y del corazón. Felicitaciones.
Buena vibra.