MY FIRST WINTER MANIFESTO (In Case I Write Another One)
Some days I choose to walk like a brave warrior,
wanting to invade some foreign land,
but more so I just want to place on paper,
the thoughts that rage within my active mind.
And my intentions?
To analyse my simple, quiet verses,
and paint my jazzy figures,silhouettes,
on that fine surface of the sea that bathes us,
and never to regret…
Because I write what I see every morning, before I breakfast at my favourite bar,
and later while I lunch I check my verses, revising them while sipping cold white wine…
Relaxed and carefree I stroll through my kingdom,
my streets, my home, my lively neighbourhood,
and in the endless summer of my senses,
I write, for it’s my duty and I should.
And what is this that I now call my duty?
It is to be a chronicler of these,
the days that God has given me to live through,
with courage, with love, with firm belief.
I’m not a poet and I never will be,
I lack the discipline and I lack the time,
to learn and to obey the rules they give me,
so I just learned, by stumbling, to rhyme.
And I now march headlong into the autumn years,
perhaps the part most interesting of life,
thinking, more than I ever did of trying,
to save my soul for God’s eternal life.
C.2021, Francesc Bravo Cabrera, 21 JUL 2021, Turkey