The Elder
I am the teacher of life. I consider myself doctored in the art
of discovery, throughout the experiences given to me by the
time, and I am proud of my steps marked by the memories
sculptured in my chest. I offered my hands, although tired of
laboring, to uplift the weak, intimidated by the power of the circumstances and by the
unforeseen destiny. I sang, I loved, I've been the dream and the desire.
I followed the fury of history in its fullest ascension, I was the alert' scream in the frame
of the past and the consciousness' voice in the solidity of the present.
I molded myself to the random of my own whims. I've been inspired and inspiring, friend
and naive, I've been the bread and the pain.
I no longer look for understanding the advance of time, no longer have much interest in
acquisitions from this reality, which indeed exists only in our mind, I am free to imagine
my own world and I live walking forward, to the beauty of the sun.
My arms are no longer strong and what's left of my memories are cruel to me.
I suspect that destiny is on my bad side, because the richness it's been given to me, I
don't get to share with my loved ones, my stories and experiences are only mine, closed
in this tunnel of impenetrable concrete, where I can only hear their voices but I can't
talk to them. They hear but they don't listen. I gave back the gift of life and through
it, other lives will become and they will perpetuate themselves.
There will be generations of generations coming out of my root. For this, I am happy, I
am complete and I am in peace. To those who watch my tired steps; know, that they
were strong one day, they've crossed paths I couldn't even imagine, they've brought
more than I could ever have. I learned and today, I am the teacher of life. As per from
the life I've had, only lessons I'll take with me, the moments that never left me alone
and the words that sometimes, will never get lost in the ocean of sound.
of discovery, throughout the experiences given to me by the
time, and I am proud of my steps marked by the memories
sculptured in my chest. I offered my hands, although tired of
laboring, to uplift the weak, intimidated by the power of the circumstances and by the
unforeseen destiny. I sang, I loved, I've been the dream and the desire.
I followed the fury of history in its fullest ascension, I was the alert' scream in the frame
of the past and the consciousness' voice in the solidity of the present.
I molded myself to the random of my own whims. I've been inspired and inspiring, friend
and naive, I've been the bread and the pain.
I no longer look for understanding the advance of time, no longer have much interest in
acquisitions from this reality, which indeed exists only in our mind, I am free to imagine
my own world and I live walking forward, to the beauty of the sun.
My arms are no longer strong and what's left of my memories are cruel to me.
I suspect that destiny is on my bad side, because the richness it's been given to me, I
don't get to share with my loved ones, my stories and experiences are only mine, closed
in this tunnel of impenetrable concrete, where I can only hear their voices but I can't
talk to them. They hear but they don't listen. I gave back the gift of life and through
it, other lives will become and they will perpetuate themselves.
There will be generations of generations coming out of my root. For this, I am happy, I
am complete and I am in peace. To those who watch my tired steps; know, that they
were strong one day, they've crossed paths I couldn't even imagine, they've brought
more than I could ever have. I learned and today, I am the teacher of life. As per from
the life I've had, only lessons I'll take with me, the moments that never left me alone
and the words that sometimes, will never get lost in the ocean of sound.