The lines that I have on my face
Those fissures with no fixed destination
That when I smile show around my eyes
They are the unmistakable testimony
Of having lived for some time now
And each line represents a memoir
Sometimes written with sweetness
But other times pressed with pain
But they also represent adventures!
Of having lived for some time now
And I will be waiting to have enough
To be able to tell the world that I have
Not only a line in my face but many
With which to write a book with these imprints
A visible testament every time I smile…
That could be read at plain sight
Of what it means having some or many
Lines on mine face representing
Having lived a full life
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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