9 January 2010
Requiem For a Year
We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet
For auld lang syne
The 2005 requiem, it was alcoholic and with an unexpected literary tint. The 2006 requiem, it was straight-to-the-point and madly in love. The 2007 and 2008 requiems, they were not written at all, probably because they would be confused and depressed respectively.
How should the 2009 requiem be?
2009 was surrounded by new friends who hugged it and loved it. It obtained a new piece of paper to display to all the shallow people who perceive said paper as a proof of knowledge and value. It fell in love, invested on its relationships, got obsessed, gave opportunities to people who no way deserved them, repeated the same mistakes and then regretted for the wrong choices. It cried, laughed, got fired, traveled, got drunk, quarreled and overslept.
Then, it woke up, made a cup of coffee and started thinking. Its brain cells, spinning round and round, made new connections, produced new hormones, linked experiences and dreams, balanced fears and hopes, re-discovered America, accepted the past, mourned the losses, counted the gains and cherished every single precious moment.
Finally, strong, confident and grateful for everything life brought, it put on its nice, festive clothes, sang Edith Piaf's "Je ne regrette rien" with its special accent and went to bed, accompanied by kisses, caresses and glances of love, like every good kid.
This is nothing but a lullaby, an optimistic, hopeful humming to help it sleep well.
How should the 2009 requiem be?
2009 was surrounded by new friends who hugged it and loved it. It obtained a new piece of paper to display to all the shallow people who perceive said paper as a proof of knowledge and value. It fell in love, invested on its relationships, got obsessed, gave opportunities to people who no way deserved them, repeated the same mistakes and then regretted for the wrong choices. It cried, laughed, got fired, traveled, got drunk, quarreled and overslept.
Then, it woke up, made a cup of coffee and started thinking. Its brain cells, spinning round and round, made new connections, produced new hormones, linked experiences and dreams, balanced fears and hopes, re-discovered America, accepted the past, mourned the losses, counted the gains and cherished every single precious moment.
Finally, strong, confident and grateful for everything life brought, it put on its nice, festive clothes, sang Edith Piaf's "Je ne regrette rien" with its special accent and went to bed, accompanied by kisses, caresses and glances of love, like every good kid.
This is nothing but a lullaby, an optimistic, hopeful humming to help it sleep well.
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