Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about life’s ‘what ifs’ and about the endless possibilities it offers us. When is the right time to dream and when should we just stick to reality? Who’s affected by one single person’s decisions and what sort of chain of events follow these decisions? Is it possible to go back and make things be the same as they once were? From my Dad’s book Twilight Theory (Teoría del crepúsculo).
Men and dreams pass by (Pasan los hombres y los sueños)
I have reread old scripts
kept year after year without apparent use.
A meticulous and severe scrutiny
has brought me back to circumstances which left
a testimony, a yellowish piece of paper,
a few phrases that do not say the same today,
in occasions their indecipherable purpose
made me lock them away.
I revise one by one each of those papers,
youth afflictions, and I do not distinguish
nor I clearly remember what those papers told me,
the sadness that in those days
I considered infinite
now changed
for the wonderful oblivion and the kindness
of different sorrows and worries.
How much time changes us! How we go through
human condition leaving behind
a little bit of us, whilst things
remain the same.
How it has been always since before,
just like this morning,
like yesterday,
and how it will be one day.
Men advance and reflect.
They search for the light
walking behind the shadow.
Men pass by and with them their dreams.
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