Memories are frail
migratory birds that periodically revisit their nests,
Rising from somewhere else, our minds
overwhelming urge one that sometimes makes us afraid.
Some are loaded with sadness, darkness, remembering
In moments of pique,
Missing people, resentment or deceit, we
They undermine and sometimes destructive act.
Others are lighter, and even exciters.
Stealth, such fine elusive hummingbirds
They cheerfully remind us of life pleasures.
Laughter and joy, they become vectors.
Memories are frail
Who migratory birds each time, create our biography,
Until life is no longer our friend,
Yielding precedence to this vile Alzheimer's!
But whether permanent or just portable,
Memories help us to shape our lives
Because memory is the fuel of the mind.
This enables the design values.
So hurry up to enjoy these players
Before everything disappears, our joys, our desires, our sorrows and our
hopes, what defines us, fly in
smoke from an incinerator.
Memories are fragile migratory birds
who protect us on every trip to oblivion,
instilling in the minds of parents, friends, pictures
us they keep in their hearts.
In this month of November where we cover flower
The graves of these people we cherish,
Let us know that someday we will, we also
Single pile of dirt watching a visitor.
So make an effort, try this challenge
To think more often than those who left, To the memory
prolongs their lives, hoping
One day, our image remains!
November 2010
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