The faucets of time have been opened
and it runs like wild colts,
in the open fields without limits or fences,
in summer days, fresh green grass.
Time is not tamed, have not been recruited
or trained toilers for this craft;
it takes all of us and everything around,
and, as if it had been taught the path to follow,
does not hesitate, does not even sleep.
Has been doing its task since world’s lead-off,
and never ponders what has been ordered.
Day and night, in joy and sadness,
old, young, rich and poor, wise and foolish,
we are carried away like dry leaves in the fall.
Let us be proud and adapt to this journey,
continuing to pursue our common future,
without allowing the scars, personal or collective,
delay or cut off the search of our Eldorado.
Endemics, pandemics, pain and loss,
may we subject all of this, for they never have,
or have had, one power greatest than the fate
surely one happy and glorious, reserved for us,
inside our most cherished belief and hopes.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©