Escribir es también sanar. Y sanar es dejar una herida atrás, y reemplazarla con una cicatriz. Una cicatriz que no es más que una nueva memoria. Una nueva marca en el camino de nuestras vidas. No sé que fue lo que me hizo escribir sobre esto. Tal vez el frío trentino. Y es el segundo que escribo en inglés :-)
On wounds, healing and scars
On wounds, healing and scars
Healing, that one thing
we all need sometimes.
Memories that hurt
and memories we wished
we would have had.
People, friends, old loves,
that ain't there anymore.
Wounds to heal, we all have.
Wounds that become scars,
vestiges of past falls,
holes in our live stories path.
Everyone have some things to forget
and some things to remember all the time.
Everyone need to heal their souls,
for those breaking points in life
that almost broke their hearts.
A love that never was.
A friend that passed away.
A challenge never met.
A failure in that one thing
you always wanted to gain.
A never ended story.
A person to forget.
Someone to forgive,
Or forgiveness we still await…
And time goes by
and sometimes we return home,
Hugs. A kiss from a loved one.
That great adventure never lived
finally overcome.
Everyone needs to heal,
removing cloisters from their hearts,
stone bricks that hold us back
and stop us from dreaming once again
Is the everlasting struggle of men,
falling deep, raising hight.
Always searching, sometimes finding
and sometimes loosing all we had.
Everyone keeps going,
in this grand journey we call life.
And as we get our wounds
we need to stop,
and wonder with everything around
while we heal and give birth to a new memory.
A new scar.
Cristhian Parra
Jan 25, 2013
09:41
Trento, Italy
