LEGEND OF THE DAYS

 

LEGEND OF THE DAYS  - by Raul Leôni

 

 

Man awakes and leaves each morning

For the chance of things... and, exiting,

He takes a vague belief, indefinite,

To find the ideal in some crossroads...

 

The hours die on the hours... Nothing!

And at the sunset, Man with the shadow collected

Returns, thinking: "If the ideal life

I do not see today, will come on another journey"...

 

Yesterday, today, tomorrow, day after, and so on,

More he goes, more distant is the end,

More distant is the horizon;

 

And life goes on... ephemeral and empty:

An expected everlasting forwardness,

An eternal postponed hope...

 

 

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