THE LEAF

THE LEAF

by Paulo Rebelo


An eternal existential anguish, 

Atrocious eagerness

In the labyrinths of life...


Time

runs against the human being

And he searches for living a life that he has never lived,

Life that doesn't satisfy him,

An endless incompleteness.


Then,

freedom is a feeling

Such is the voluptuousness,

A meager word to define what the soul is looking for

Amidst the vastness of nothingness.


Uncertainties ensue,

Whose only guarantee

It's just that nothing is everlasting,

Everything is so obscure,

Eternally fleetingly.


 Thus,

 he is like a leaf

 Fallen from a tree,

 blown by the wind

 to realize

 of frugality

 and fragility

 Of life...


 Paulo Rebelo, the poet doctor.

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