Trajectory (a poem by Oriza Martins)


Trajectory

It is the dawn of our lives
As sunshine mornings,
Vibrant and colorful:
Our magic lighthouse

The very cloudy mornings
Are a miserable childhood
But the sunny ones,
Beautiful childhood.

The heat of the midday
Is the fervor of youth,
Explosions of joy,
Charms, vanity

It is when we feel
Half adult, half child,
Keeping mind full
Of passions and hope…

But the hour of twilight…
What a enchanted moment…
A time of discoveries
From the present and past…

It is the nightfall of life
This age was magic,
Splashed of fascination,
Love and nostalgia…

It is harvest time,
Product of experience,
When we enjoy
Lessons from our experience

If we go through life
Spreading vain works,
I will waste
Many afternoons and many mornings…

Therefore, through the whole route,
Let us rethink our lives,
So in the end of our existence
Not only waste will be left.

Do not build your path
As a misleading road
But an edifying one
A positive trajectory…