Futuro
Aguardo o futuro sem pressa de envelhecer...Deixo-me percorrer no tempo que disponho à minha frente almejando à Vida a que sempre me proponho mas que condicionalismos do dia a dia vão alterando para Bem ou para mal.
Há momentos em que comportamentos de outros me azedam o Sentir, me aguçam a acidez de um criticar pouco benevolente, me levam a pensamentos intolerantes que desfazem Amizades existentes, desconfiados de tudo, despidos de acreditares de outrora em que tudo parecia diferente.
Não sei de tempos futuros. Nem tenho a capacidade de os prever.
Deixo-me ir no tempo, sentindo que me afasto, lenta e premeditadamente, do que, no meu Presente, tomo por aparências, capas da minha Verdade do Passado que queria que fosse a Verdade do meu Futuro.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm awaiting my future but not really looking forward to getting old.
I allow myself to go through the Time I have ahead of me, longing for Living in spite of all the everyday difficulties that are prone to change Life for Better or for worse.
There are moments when other people's behaviours make my Feelings sour, my criticisms not benevolent and bitter and all this leads me to intolerant thoughts able to kill old Friendships, mistrusting every single thing, believing in old Sentiment, reckoning there is no more chance for it to exist anymore.
I can't forsee the Future.
I just let myself go through Time, realising I'm slowly and deliberately getting away from what my Present brings me and that I take as just masks of my Past Truth which I'd like to have as the Truth of my Future.
I allow myself to go through the Time I have ahead of me, longing for Living in spite of all the everyday difficulties that are prone to change Life for Better or for worse.
There are moments when other people's behaviours make my Feelings sour, my criticisms not benevolent and bitter and all this leads me to intolerant thoughts able to kill old Friendships, mistrusting every single thing, believing in old Sentiment, reckoning there is no more chance for it to exist anymore.
I can't forsee the Future.
I just let myself go through Time, realising I'm slowly and deliberately getting away from what my Present brings me and that I take as just masks of my Past Truth which I'd like to have as the Truth of my Future.
