High Hopes: Should Lanterns Shine!?

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!Crecer es obligatorio, envejecer es opcional!

Uff, 26 años suena a mucho, más si pongo en perspectiva toda mi vida, mis sueños, y lo que esperaba tener cuando era niño a esta edad. Todo es diferente a lo que imaginaba, incluso tal vez de lo que esperaba a los 22.
Y la verdad estoy mejor en muchas cosas, y sin embargo queda el descontento de cosas que sé que debo que hacer y no he hecho.
Para este año que viene tengo muchas expectativas, voy a escribir esas metas en una pizarra siempre visible y empezar a cumplirlas una por una.
Sé que la posibilidad de lograrlas es real y eso es lo que me da fuerzas, a eso se refiere tener "High Hopes", altas esperanzas :)
El otro día posteé un poema de Dylan Thomas y ni siquiera mencioné su nombre. El poema se llama Should Lanterns Shine y lo vuelvo a postear pero en su idioma y formato original a la luz de este post y de esta foto que tomé en Paris en el Jardín de las Tullerías, camino al Louvre.

Should Lanterns Shine

Should lanterns shine, the holy face,

Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,

Would wither up, and any boy of love

Look twice before he fell from grace.

The features in their private dark

Are formed of flesh, but let the false day come

And from her lips the faded pigments fall,

The mummy cloths expose an ancient breast.

I have been told to reason by the heart,

But heart, like head, leads helplessly;

I have been told to reason by the pulse,