Entendo a sua pressa quando é certo
Que tudo tem o seu tempo para
Acabar.
Por que a ânsia de ficar velho?
Acaso a juventude incomoda?
Os eventos se dão tão de repente
Que, mesmo os desencontros, se
Perdem.
Quero crer no sorriso, no amor e
Na paixão, mas tudo se dá tão
Eventualmente que me perco
Olhando pro chão.
Escapa-me a frieza com que os
Dias me abandonam.
O início da minha existência se
Deu de forma
tão romântica
Que fez acreditar ser ele eterno.
Engano, ledo engano, nada a ver!
Tudo tem um tempo certo para
Acabar.
Assim se dá com os dias, com as
Semanas e com as juras de amor
Eterno, enfim, com a vida.
Não quero crer que o tempo seja
Uma
metamorfose, mas sei que
O é.
Cada momento é uma estória,
Uma indefinições e uma
Incertezas.
Muitas incertezas!
A vida, a morte e o medo do
Purgatório são, juntos, apenas
A certeza de que todos
Morremos.
Todos morreremos!
Tudo neste mundo tem um
Tempo predeterminado para
Acabar.
Não nos angustiemos com
os percalços de nossas vidas
Pois nada neste universo se
Dá antes do seu tempo de
Se dá.
Habacuc, maio de 2016
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Everything ends
The desperation of time passes me,
I don´t understand the rush of the time
When it's right that everything in this
Universes has its right time to end up.
Why the urge to get old?
Does the youth bother?
Events takes place so suddenly
That, even the disagreements, gest
Losted.
I want to believe in smiles, in love and
In passion, but everything happens so
Eventually that I find myself losted
Looking at the floor.
I miss the coldness with which the
Days leave me.
The beginning of my existence
Was so romantic that
Made me believe that it would be eternal.
Deceit, pure deceit, nothing to do!
Everything has a right time
To end.
So it is with the days, with the
Weeks and with the vows of
Eternal love, finally, with life.
I don't want to believe that time is
A metamorphosis, but I know that
It is.
Every moment is a different story,
An indefinitiness and one
Uncertainties.
Many uncertainties!
The life, the death and the fear of the
Purgatory are just
The certainty that we all will
Die.
We will all die!
Everything in this world has a
Predetermined time
To finish.
Let's not get upset with
The mishaps of our lives because
Nothing in this universe
Happen before its right time
To take place.
Why the urge to get old?
Does the youth bother?
Events takes place so suddenly
That, even the disagreements, gest
Losted.
I want to believe in smiles, in love and
In passion, but everything happens so
Eventually that I find myself losted
Looking at the floor.
I miss the coldness with which the
Days leave me.
The beginning of my existence
Was so romantic that
Made me believe that it would be eternal.
Deceit, pure deceit, nothing to do!
Everything has a right time
To end.
So it is with the days, with the
Weeks and with the vows of
Eternal love, finally, with life.
I don't want to believe that time is
A metamorphosis, but I know that
It is.
Every moment is a different story,
An indefinitiness and one
Uncertainties.
Many uncertainties!
The life, the death and the fear of the
Purgatory are just
The certainty that we all will
Die.
We will all die!
Everything in this world has a
Predetermined time
To finish.
Let's not get upset with
The mishaps of our lives because
Nothing in this universe
Happen before its right time
To take place.
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