TWO POEMS IN ONE AND CONSCIOUS RATIONAL BEINGS.
I.
Dawns,
the sea is calm,
there are no indications of wind;
and the leaves,
that remain,
in the trees,
they sit tight.
It's cool September,
in the northern hemisphere.
The room is still humid.
The autumn equinox is approaching.
In the past days,
there has been a long
but slight storm;
uncommon for the Baltic.
The rains have been intermittent;
Little has the sun risen;
uncomfortable for those
who transport ourselves by bicycle.
The leaves
are changing color;
and with the storm,
there has been a synchrony
between the wind and the leaves.
The wind in the leaves,
generate a natural orchestra.
A show...
But today,
The calm has returned.
The sun is shining.
Passers-by
are slightly dressed up.
I can go to the outside,
and breathe the marine scent,
in the air.
The leaves have turned
to an orange hue.
That autumnal nuance,
warm for the eyes,
counteracting the dawn,
from the cold,
of the end of the year.
Another summer has passed.
The festivities of the end of the year
are approaching.
The long vacations
have ended;
the routine returns,
the activities of our children.
The singing and,
rhythmic gymnastics lessons.
The familiar faces of society,
other fathers and mothers
and sons and daughters,
that have similar routines.
Here,
you breathe tranquility;
besides having the privilege
of clean and pure air.
With the nearness
of the December festivities,
I feel homesick
of my family;
my parents and my brothers
We are all adults.
Now, some of us live
half of our life,
and half of life
of our children.
I feel well,
to be aware
that my daughter,
it developing in
one of the best
places of this world:
singing lessons;
rhythmic gymnastics classes;
friendships,
she has a full childhood.
The scale of
the city, in which we live,
it is nice;
The distances are short.
The days pass by.
The dreams are being fulfilled.
Little bit
little by little ...
II.
Little bit
little by little ...
As the hue
of the leaves,
of a deciduous tree;
they change with the step
of the seasons;
as children grow;
as the wine matures;
as the washed clothes dry up;
As time passes by,
without truce.
The dreams are being fulfilled!
The wounds of adolescence,
they are healing.
The projects,
they are being built.
Childhood,
is staying behind;
to accommodate,
to the childhood
of the coming generations.
Little bit
little by little ...
The wounds are healing;
health is wearing out.
The intertwined consciences,
of our marriage,
they are drawing our future.
When winter comes
some non-perennial trees,
they will lose their leaves.
less time will remain;
like baby teeth
they fall,
to accommodate permanent
set of teeth.
And so,
every conscious rational being
- has a destiny!
So,
ours
is becoming clear;
with patience;
with maturity;
with enjoyment
of the passing of time.
Like a sculpture
that is taking shape,
until its final form;
before it is demolished,
or weared out by time
Good decisions,
they carve the destiny
of conscious rational beings!
Healthy processes
usually, culminate
in endings
fulfilled of success and happiness.
So love
is setting in the cells
of our hearts;
circulating through the veins
of our souls.
