Poem: Future
Author's note: The following poem was published on Spanish language in September 27th, 2019.
What is the future?
What will happen,
what can be built,
what can be changed,
what can be avoided.
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I don't want to know,
I don't want to think,
I don't want to meet my future.
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Life has been unfair to me
that what it had for me
terrifies me.
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Again and again I ran away
from it like a plague,
because I suspect that
all I will know is misery,
pain and tears.
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I don't want to know my future,
I don't want to hear about it.
I want to stay in the world
of the dreams,
where the sun rises on the horizon
and may my eyes behold
from the rooftops of Constantinople.
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