All the troubles I went through,
the bumps and collisions I faced,
the occasional, the unintended,
also, those I caused
by my own will.
All friendships I made and enjoyed,
that made lighter the burden of life,
all smiles, well-remembered good times.
Also, there were those whom I once thought friends,
and, in a bitter, crucial, and doubtful hour,
who dodged and joined enemies,
unfortunately, always on duty.
Love I gallantly declared,
and have been reciprocated,
passions I am proud of, which lit up my face,
body, soul, and my entire being.
Likewise, there were affections
and desires of mine left unrequited
or unwelcome, perhaps misunderstood.
I leave no grudge or hurt for those,
as susceptible they can be due to how extreme
our human diversity is.
As Tolstoy writes in Anna Karenina, “If there are
as many heads as there are ways of thinking,
there are as many types of love as there are hearts”.
I have been going through and over this labyrinth,
and, today, I reached maturity in body and soul.
I leave behind affections and disaffections,
chants and disenchantments, all watered
by laughter and crying, sweat and tears.
