I'm in the foliage of my life

What you call life passes by, like the leaves falling from the calendar. Which of us wouldn't want to stay young or take a hand and grow old with it. People did not live that fate did not write on their forehead.
Now I am in the foliage of my life, my heart is in the middle of a treasure. Are the passing ages just numbers or experiences?

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I live without knowing. Behind me callused hands kneaded with pain, before me an unknown future; I am right in the heart of your life. Touching a heart and holding a hand with love on my forehead unwritten. Except for the platonic thorns and the pebbles that come my way, I can say I never even experienced love.

Even though there are riots at the moments when the devil blows my neck to the root, I will be sure of my prayers that I say (good luck or no) to my tongue, my pink and blue dreams. I know that I am not alone, my Lord, with me.

I witness the freedom request of my hair, which I bind with pain and despair at the moments of how happy life gives. Oh my youth, oh my dreams! My grandmother's words come to my mind, the salt of her kiss on my cheek.

Those wise words, callused hands, those hands that carry a thousand experiences in each callus. The palms he opened to my Lord in the name of hope, in the name of prayer. I grew up with my grandmother's prayers.

I used to be a very weak child in my childhood, my parents used to measure my ankle every day just because he was going to die. As for Nenem; he opened his calloused hands and prayed. I was his blond lamb, he could never hurt me, he caressed my hair, gave advice, and mostly prayed. Even the excitement of my first meeting was over with my grandmother.

Now I'm looking at my hands and there are no calluses. One day they will also be callused, and one day they will be opened to prayers to their loved ones. May my Lord give me the opportunity to be as a perfect and cherished elder as my parents.

I am very afraid I have no children, what will my old age be. At those moments, my mother's words refresh my soul. You are upset because you have no children, if you have a child, if it is unhelpful, if it does not look, beat it, fires it, or if it is on the top of the mountain, if it is not able to go. Do you think every child will be a good son who takes care of their mother and father? Yes, not all children are good.

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I know that one day I'll be a grumpy and sweet old man sitting in his rocking chair and praying to his loved ones. Just like my parents!