Poem the Reencounter. Original Text. ESP/EN

Your vision of the world makes you see life as a weariness,

and at your age you sit waiting for death and see it as a way out,

But still we go on, without knowing the reason that drives you,

yet always waiting for something to come from outside and save you.

Perdition or salvation is part of your free will,

both options are within you,

your decision is what creates your life and everything is your responsibility,

what you sow is what you reap.

Sometimes you feel faint in the face of life's onslaughts,

you don't understand the situations and the difficulties that arise,

you always look for a culprit for everything, but the only one responsible is you,

you always look for a light that shines outside of you, lost in the tinsel that life gives.

Hope never dies, so say the wise, hoping that one day you will see,

and although it may seem a lie, the truth is not outside, nor in the having or the tinsel,

nor is it in the past that is already gone, nor in the future that is yet to come,

that vision, of having, judging or prejudging, will only bring you bitterness.

At the end of the road, when the end of our existence comes,

you will find that the light is not outside but within you,

and at that moment you will understand everything, there will be no fear, no regrets,

since cough is an experience that made you grow in your level of consciousness.

When we are at the end of the road,

we will judge ourselves and decide what we learned,

our consciousness will be one with the eternal and then we will know,

we will be one with life when we enter into the reunion.