Move into tomorrow’s hours.
We remain here, now.
Numbers bind our days.
But we don’t count the seconds,
We count the stories.**
Home is not one place.
Our once and for all, every-
time is infinite.
Wrote this one for one of the people who have helped me understand the nature of the here and the now in relation to what was there, what is, and what could be. It is all about vision and faith. And failure and strength. And good music, a good drink and good friends.
Happy birthday Tita Maribel. Always beyond age, never finite.
**"No se cuentan los segundos Se cuentan historias" from Calle 13's Preparame La Cena