PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

What is left to me?

If not to stumble

In this futile party?

Which I make eternal,

In a guise of genuine grace,

Laughing at the falls,

At the turns that fate teaches me.

Each misstep,

Each stumble and slip,

I turn into a dance,

Even if the music does not alert me.

In this meaningless party,

Where laughter and tears mix,

I make my journey,a sincere jest,

Where seriousness bows,and lightness prevails.

What is left to me, if not to continue,

In this party where life unfolds,

Making the joy of existing eternal,

Even if stumbling,i find the grace to persist.

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