Years pass, life goes
and makes us forget the illusions of that youth
full of dreams that is left behind
, inexorable,
overwhelmingly surpassed by the reality that is our history, relentless
our way of life. Hopelessly
relegated to the deep drawer of memory
those youthful illusions give way to rest and calm
running of the day, to calm
a more leisurely age and more mature.
Sometimes, however, by magic
unexpected spark a memory, a picture
forgotten
words written in the margin of a notebook which recreate
those years when life was just short
project and desire, awaken us and make us
illusions that feeling of joy filled our dreams.
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