Walker of Hope (by Oriza Martins)







Walker of Hope

“Walker of hope,
Where are you going, why do you insist,
for you do not reach
the limes of infinite?
Why do you insist on dreaming,
with an oasis to find,
in the damned desert?”

* * * * * *

.I am, for sure, a caminheiro
of hope, a truly
dreamer, full of faith.
I search for the sun, search for the moonlight,
Search for the deep of the sea,
I even search for the impossible.

Life is not a desert
And might have a right trail,
It depends on the traveler:
If he choses a safe harbour
To rest in the future,
Or a wandering destiny.

Walking matters most
Than the harbor to reach soon.

For the wisdom
Of a dreamer pilgrim
Does not consist on quickly reaching
His destiny.

It consists on the wish of wandering
Under the storm or over calm seas
Along the trails of hope
And, even if he wanders alone,
In appreciating
The beauties of the way.