It is forbiden to cry without learning,
to wake up one day not knowing what to do,
to be afraid of your memories.
It is forbiden not to smile at problems,
not to fight for what you want,
to abandon everything because of the fear,
not to transform your deams into reality.
It is forbiden not to show your love,
to make someone pay for your debts and the bad humor.
It is forbiden to leave your friends,
not to try to understand what you lived together,
to call them only when you need them.
It is forbiden not to be yourself in public,
to feign with people you don't care about,
to fake being funny just to make them remember you,
to forget all the people who love you.
It is forbiden not to make things by yourself,
not to believe in God and forge your fate,
to be afraid of life and its engagements,
not to live each day like it was a last sigh.
It is forbiden to miss someone without
cheering, to forget his eyes, his smile,
just because your paths stopped being embraced,
to forget his past and paying it with his present.
It is forbiden not to try to understand people,
to think that their lifes are more valuable than yours,
not to know that each one has his way and his happiness.
It is forbiden not to create your history,
not to have a moment for the people who need you,
not to understand that whatever life gives to you, it takes it away as well.
It is forbiden not to search for your happiness,
not to live your life with a positive attitude,
not to think that we can be better,
not to feel that, without you, this world wouldn't be the same.
Poem: Alfredo Cuervo. Image: Book Fair
