Expectation ...

Por: Pedro Paulo Costa 


I don't have 
expectation 
to live for 90 years,
But, I want to live. 
with caution...
I hope old age 
don't be heavy,
I don't worry 
with the future...

I don't create 
fantasies,
I don't fear disappointments 
I'm calloused,
I remain silent 
I balance myself in reason,
I don't wait 
nothing from anyone,
I am at peace...

I want to grow old,
and fill your chest
of joy,
I love art and poetry
I learned from the days,
that the biggest frustration 
in life,
is to wait 
a lot of people,
I don't usually 
chase the wind...

I don't want to be
a traveler 
looking for the light,
in the darkness 
in the middle of the storm,
I hate looking 
back, 
the past 
is a ghost,
love is the weapon 
what do I use,
and it's the only word 
what I try to say,

I don't want 
mend patchwork,
life is short
I won't waste time,
and get kicked 
life is fleeting, 
and we discover 
who doesn't know anything,
anything can happen 
including nothing...

I don't want to dream 
hopeless,
I want to wait 
with hope...
The expectation 
does not sprout in the ground,
dream big
creates disillusionment, 
that leaves a scar
in the soul...

I wanted to say 
a phrase from the poet 
Gibran...
That our 
sons and daughters
They are not ours...
They are 
the lust of life
for living...

The inheritance of the parents 
are the children,
you can't 
create expectations
for them
but, you can plant 
in their hearts.
the seed of love
and love is eternal...
It is eternal and divine...
It's forever!...




Obs: Esse texto faz parte das reflexões que tenho feito e guardo registradas no meu arquivo.

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