Where I’m belonging…

On those gloomy nights, 
I find myself blind of thoughts: 
Had my heart tasted the future yet? 
To go, where? To do, what? Future, I sight? 

My fate, like a blade, stabs me with
Thoughts, nebulous and discreet,
My future, how should it be?
Should I follow the Heart, or insist on myths?

They, like famished gargoyles,
Cry and shout: the wrong way, go along!
Boo-hoom! But, to where, to where I will belong? 
My path, my life: it only relies on me.

You will see me in a cozy home
On top of a sea of high hills: Peace
Singing an ethereal melody past 
A tired river; where I can lay on my seat,
And, just listen to the sound of my soul.

You will see trunks intertwined in arches,
Inside a house full of life, where I-
I shall plant my books, my music,
My family and nothing more, I sight. 

And when I wake up, from quiet, 
tireless nights, I will see my wife:
her sweet, discrete face; and hear
Grandsons flying with a dog outside.

I want to stroll on swishing bushes, 
And receive greetings from verdant branches.
And on these maroon wet earth, compose, 
And sing the song of my heart.

Every morning I want that cold water
Spilling on my rugged face, to revive
the memories from my good old days.
Cuddles, trips, and jokes: my treasuries.

You will see me belonging to where 
Even the sourest food tastes sweet,
And the pride of my sons is indeed concrete. 
Swells my soul with serenity, swells it complete.


Where to go? Where to belong? I shall have no more distance
From what I truly care, for what I will heartily strife.
And, on the meanders of my endless river of existence;
I, above all, will genuinely live my peaceful dream of life.