ONE MORE DAY

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



One more day,
and without noticing,
a year passes in our lives.
While life carries us along,
a path filled with dreams,
dreams that can be gentle.

 

We sometimes walk among dreams,
because reality can be too harsh.

 

Dreams are sweet, sweet wishes,
dreaming of green meadows of happiness.

 

So many dreams as days that slip away,
dreams in hearts that are awake
or sometimes asleep.

 

As the years arrive one after another,
day by day, life unfolds.

 

Sometimes we paint life in colors
between bubbles of reality,
and in those spaces dreams fill in,
filling us with hope.

 

Dreams that come and go,
and sometimes dreams feel so real.
Sometimes it’s better for dreams to remain dreams,
so we can keep dreaming of Paradise.


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UN DÍA MÁS

 

Un día más, 
y sin darnos cuenta, 
un año en nuestra vida.
Mientras la vida nos lleva,
 un camino lleno de sueños,
sueños que pueden ser suaves.

 

Caminamos entre sueños a veces,
porque la realidad puede ser demasiado dura.

 

Los sueños son dulces, son dulces deseos,
soñando con verdes praderas de la felicidad.

 

Tantos sueños como días que se van desgranando,
sueños en los corazones despiertos
o a veces dormidos.

 

Mientras los años llegan uno tras otro,
día a día es la vida.

 

A veces pintamos la vida de colores
entre burbujas de realidad,
y en esos huecos se llenan de sueños
que nos llenan de esperanza.

 

Sueños que van y vienen,
y a veces los sueños se nos hacen tan reales.
A veces los sueños es mejor que sean sueños,
para seguir soñando en el Paraíso.

 

Enero de 2024

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Carlos, I really appreciate the calm tone running through this poem… time passing, dreams appearing and fading, hope quietly filling the spaces life leaves open. The idea that some dreams are meant to remain dreams is a thoughtful closing reflection. Lovely piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️

  • sorenbarrett

    A poem that characterizes dreams so well from gentleness of dreams to the colors of bubbles that shift with light. It is the last two lines that make this poem for me. Sometimes dreams should remain dreams and why so we can believe in a Paradise that is like the rainbow on the bubble. A fave



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