There is no time

There is no time to think during the day, only to react.
There are deadlines to meet, obligations to fulfill,
many voices to listen to, to respond to,
the voice of the bus ticket controller, of the distraught friend.

Then the night comes and everything becomes quiet,
And a small voice becomes audible, an inner voice that speaks
of witty comebacks to the day aggravations that always come too late,
of broken, forgotten dreams,
of useless plans for the future and far too many regrets.

Until a certain numbness comes with the fatigue
And you go to sleep, unable to think anymore,
And it starts all over again the next day.

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Ya no seré Feliz

J. L. Borges

……Ya no seré feliz. Tal vez no importa.
Hay tantas otras cosas en el mundo;
un instante cualquiera es más profundo
y diverso que el mar. La vida es corta

y aunque las horas son tan largas, una
oscura maravilla nos acecha,
la muerte, ese otro mar, esa otra flecha
que nos libra del sol y de la luna

y del amor. La dicha que me diste
y me quitaste debe ser borrada;
lo que era todo tiene que ser nada.

Sólo que me queda el goce de estar triste,
esa vana costumbre que me inclina
al Sur, a cierta puerta, a cierta esquina…….