The minute
you get to the other side of the day,
you discover
that you
lose an eyelash like time sheds its skin,
like snakes
change with the year.
Time passes,
yes. You are just a falling leaf.
You fall
apart
You
disappear in your own humanity
–that which
lets you know that this story comes to an end at some point-,
but you know
that you have a clear role to play
to navigate,
only one
card
in this
game:
to struggle
against the
sea current of all your deceptions,
of your apathies
and empty days,
of your
fears and your brushes
with the
little hurricane
that each
day threatens at the rim
of your
little morning cup of coffee,
that boat
that you throw yourself into without thinking too much
and without treading
unduly
the future
stepping
stones
of your
counted
days.
Originally published in Spanish by
Rosario Curiel, http://rosariocuriel.blogspot.com/2017/09/pestana.html
