One certain truth I feel,
heavily, stony firm:
everything that now is,
uncertain future has.
Uncertainly, I'll deal with this.
From my isolated tower,
uncountable courses I see,
every soul chooses one or other,
giving themselves to unknown winds.
Though protected behind silence,
pretending there's nothing to feel,
scared to death, every bone in me,
for I'm letting future in.
Most imperfect, little strengh,
I can`t deny I am weak,
my only certainty is my courage,
I'll choose a path, face the future,
hummbly, praying, certainly.
La Finita
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