At peace

Very close to my sunset, I bless you, life,
because you never gave me nor failed hope
neither unfair work, nor undeserved pain;

because I see at the end of my rough road
that I was the architect of my own destiny;

that if I extracted the honeys or the gall of things,
it was because in them I put gall or tasty honeys:
When I planted rose bushes, I always harvested roses.

… Right, to my blossoms winter will follow:
But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal!

I no doubt found the nights of my sorrows long;
but you didn’t promise me just good night;
and instead I had some holyly serene …

I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!

by Amado Nervo

Peace in my heart, Peace in my soul. Wherever I’m going, I’m already home