TEARJERKER

TEARJERKER

The hours pass quickly

 and nothing can contain the time,

 inexorable walker infinity,

 even the joys,

the sorrows and speed

 that make it slow and painful.
The rain falling on the roof,

 bringing back the water

 that came out of my eyes,

and bringing vigor to spread flowers in the bed.
The happy moments would pass like a flash,

 and the image is the farewell parade,

like a photograph depicting the movie entirely which we live.
A forgotten film in any video library,

 a trash reprised in the darkness sessions

 on the night,

 on the memory channels in black and white.
The hours, months, life ...
And the happy ending?
There never was or would be.
Only the wail of tearjerker shoddy...

CONFRARIA LOURES