by Alistair Castagnoli
“It was the best of times,
The age to
feel wise,
The age to
act recklessly.
The time to forge
our beliefs,
The time to believe in nothing.
The time to believe in nothing.
The season
of the lights,
The season
of shadows.
The spring
of hope,
The winter
of despair.
The moment
when we become everything,
The moment
when we choose nothing.” (*)
And in each
of those steps,
those instants lived as unmatched,
you find the reassuring hold of a friend,
caretaker of a precious shrapnel of us
that
we sometimes forget,
that
we, most of the times, can not give up.
(*Quoted and modified from
“The Tale of Two Cities” by Chales Dickens)
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