The tracks converge in the distance
And there goes my little train
Beautiful and delicate messages
I received.
Remind me of the passages,
Christmas, New Year,
From the day, each day,
Mother’s Day, Fathers, Birth, days …
Thank you all!
That these and other passages
Be for you
Of joyful tomorrows
Full of the same vows,
Of good, joys,
Which yours for me predict.
I look back
So many yesterdays,
32.326Thirty-two thousand three hundred and twenty-six
Up to now.
All, with few exceptions,
Became joyful, promising
Tomorrow, hurray!
Exceptions?
Few normal
Unwilling, accepted, exceptions
Of anyone’s life.
Hard, tough,
Dark, bleak,
Prophecies
Of bitter tomorrows
I made my own
Did I of them take profit?
Not until exhausted
In creating a new one
If not identical, similar.
Look ahead!
Optimistic, dreamer,
Future, so many tomorrows
Beyond as far as my eyes could see.
Optimistic yet,
I watch the paths tightening
Parallel lines, railroad
Driving the little train of my life
Parallel still
In illusory perspective
Could it be yet a crossway?
A deviation, a new course?
Toohouo toohouo,
Denies my choo-choo.
No,
The rails cross
Faraway, distant even
In the last station
Which I cannot yet see.
When reaching
I will disembark
Longing for the yesterdays,
Of the cherished trip.
Authorized by the Chief of Station,
I will write on the blackboard:
“Thanks, little train,
The trip worthed”.