REFLECTIONS © 2011
My heart, sad and weary,
In a way of abandonment, deceived,
Beating slowly, like one who waits,
For the pain to dissipate, for the light to return,
But the weight of the world already drives it to despair.
One of these days, its tick-tock,
Without strength, without a spring to make another turn,
Will remain in the middle of time, still,
Like a forgotten clock, without a route.
And in that moment of final silence,
Where time ceases to be a burden,
Perhaps the soul will finally find that
Path to the eternal, free of hindrance.
But until then, in its lonely sadness,
The heart insists, even if precarious.