Conundrum

CONUNDRUM

Last night the rain came
tapping against my window
it reminded me of my dreams.
The darkness came as well
in the focus of my own gaze
I forget, I regret not going
my own path many years ago.
Is it too late to restart the trip?
Then the answer comes
gliding across the yard
stumbling in a paper boat
in the puddles made by the rain.

 

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I feel that you have the magic of turning a CONUNDRUM into a beautiful poem, my unforgettable friend Lupita (Sorry for skipping protocol, but you know how much I admire Lilita and how much I like to use the names she calls her friends)
You catch the reader, who asks himself the question: "Will I know the answer?"
You have the answer since when you were a girl, when you played with that paper boat in the rain,whicht for the children, who have fun with it, is one of the best of her enviable childhood.
You still have time: life begins from the moment you begin to realize your own dreams. Restart your path in your little paper boat: today it has become a huge cruise ship or, perhaps, a powerful ocean liner, which will take you along the paths you have longed for since you began to have the use of reason.

Another big and fraternal hug,

Ramiro

 

Indeed, you have life ahead to restart. Warmest regards

 

Maestro Ramiro, ud me puede llamar como mejor le plazca de hecho me siento honrada por sus palabras y confianza. Mil gracias por dejar tan generosa huella en estos intentos de busqueda. A veces tenemos la respuesta en las cosas más sencillas (simple is better).

Besos de colores hasta su hermoso mundo

 

What would this answer be like? "IT'S NEVER TOO LATE" Write it down on the paper boat!

 

Gracias estimada poeta por llegar hasta estas letras se aprecia mucho sus palabra y las tomaré en cuenta,
besos de colores en la distancia