UNTIL THE END
The performance began long ago,
in this world between day and night.
Each day, a theater, always a new session.
Time passed, and the performance has reached its end.
Little by little, the lights are fading,
everything goes out of fashion,
and others will arrive.
Others will open their hearts,
they will give us new brightness in life.
Some of us are closing the curtain — it is time —
while from others love will come,
filling everything.
Other theaters,
so that everything continues.
Some lower the curtain, others raise it —
the magic of life.
Farewell.
And meanwhile,
we keep
giving everything
on the stage,
until the curtain falls.
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HASTA EL FINAL
La función comenzó hace tiempo,
en este mundo entre el día y la noche.
Cada día, un teatro, una nueva sesión siempre.
Pasaron los tiempos y ha llegado a su final la función.
Poco a poco, las luces se van apagando,
todo se pasa de moda
y otros llegarán.
Otros abrirán su corazón,
nos darán nuevo fulgor a la vida.
Otros vamos cerrando el telón: es el tiempo,
mientras de otros vendrá el amor
que llenará todo.
Otros teatros,
para que todo siga.
Unos bajan y otros suben el telón:
es la magia de la vida.
Hasta siempre.
Y mientras tanto,
seguimos
dando todo
en el escenario,
hasta que caiga el telón.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
Online) - Published: September 7th, 2026 14:43
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What a beautiful reflection, Carlos. The fading lights and changing stages carry both sadness and hope...one curtain falls, another rises, and life keeps finding new voices to fill the theater. Deeply moving, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Maybe there will be a call for an encore and the curtain will raise again. Nicely said
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