LIFE IN TIME

Likewise as in other times,

now, we lived and died;
now, we loved and feel
we gave the better of ourselves.

And then…! what is the road…?

that once already by or that one
going through. Life’s phases
already known, longing to born once
more of our memories…!! that still
stay in ourselves….

Life is a lukewarm feeling…, pushing

us to gave more of that…., fewer of those…,
not many of this.

Loosen illusions…, spend songs….,

recalling and remembrances of the
calm intellect, cultivated by the road.

My mind shield in the memory…, the notorious

of the known and loved affection and good-will
once lived; passion and love already known…,
suffocated…., our veins retracting of the bored
and varicose; abstracts scenes reflected the
things already lived.

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It’s so notorious my shield and that of yourself;

certain thoughts are found, others are been
discovered…, slowly you confused my occasions,
focusing your emotions…, we go living the
happiness of that beloved, the space’s sadness.

Seconds are scarcely that we lived and died…,

instantly having a presentiment in what we
palpated, in what we found a kind of ditch stepped,
not evenly deepen in themselves, viewing of that
inside…, supporting your reasoned why we are
here…?, to the peak we arrived?

Balance in time ignoring all the things lived…,

fresh reactions of the one that measured and not
sized…., splendor occasion to celebrate, unknown
moment of faults and doubts listening, inches to
millimeters; variedly occasion…., pushining to the
precisely moment, of hopefulness.

This is the totally compendium in the life’s balance….

without traumas…, maybe more than four intellectual
support the variety of colorous surroundings…,
rejoicing the life’s sun, that conceitedly modulate
the epic poem of the mist, wrapping the motives of
what we have had lived…, sensed in the last stations of
the life’s goal.

NORTH ROSE
March 30, 1993