(Sunday Poetry Corner) On this Sunday, I want to share something as beautiful
as memories... but in a unique way, through a poem I wrote not long ago, when
we begin to see life through the rearview mirror:
THE MEMORIES
I will take (when I go)
the memories, nothing more,
just those.
the memories, nothing more,
just those.
Here will remain the deeds,
the words, the objects,
and all of them will end up covered
by oblivion,
buried by the lives
of those who keep growing,
and the memory we leave in others
will linger for a while, then
dissolve like dust
in the desert.
the words, the objects,
and all of them will end up covered
by oblivion,
buried by the lives
of those who keep growing,
and the memory we leave in others
will linger for a while, then
dissolve like dust
in the desert.
The world will keep turning
with the sounds of joys… and silences,
with wars and laughter,
triumphs and failures,
in a constant spiral of unforeseen
events.
with the sounds of joys… and silences,
with wars and laughter,
triumphs and failures,
in a constant spiral of unforeseen
events.
But I will already be gone,
absent for the good
and the bad.
I’ll be on the other side,
unable to communicate or share
my own breath,
yet I will remain alive,
eternally alive through
my memories.
absent for the good
and the bad.
I’ll be on the other side,
unable to communicate or share
my own breath,
yet I will remain alive,
eternally alive through
my memories.
They will come with me,
faithful friends, companions
on an infinite journey
to other worlds,
to other lives,
to other heavens.
faithful friends, companions
on an infinite journey
to other worlds,
to other lives,
to other heavens.
While the English edition of this book is being
prepared, both a printed and a digital edition are available in Spanish.
“Tu último viaje” (“Your final journey”): https://amzn.eu/d/1zzOpM6