O que restará na nossa velhice?
Entre agulhas de tricô, jornais e baralhos,
Vejo imperando, maior que tudo,
O silêncio!
O futuro já feito, dispersado.
O passado ressuscitado
Me faz companhia,
E o presente…
Esta ausência do diálogo…
É o conviver constante com o tempo
Que ocupa todos os espaços
E decide não mais sair do lugar,
Prolongando o tique-taque do relógio.
Ah! O que me assusta
Não são as rugas,
O corpo arqueado,
E o espelho denunciando
Uma terceira pessoa em mim.
O que me inflama
É a eterna busca
Do aconchego,
Do murmúrio de palavras
Que trazem o eco do outro,
Do estalo das risadas
Ferindo o ar.
É o estar só em meio ao povo,
É cada um buscando um lugar
Longe
Para não ter de dividir palavras
E deixar os ouvidos de plantão.
O que me assusta na velhice
É o isolamento,
A falta de acasalamento,
É o ensaio para a solidão derradeira!
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Urban Survivalists? Urban survivalists dodge landlords, not bears.
Sibling Rivalry? Fighting with your siblings is practice for marriage—you both lose, and somehow the dog wins.
Comic Book Stores? Comic book stores are high school cafeterias with better dialogue.
Bathroom Selfies? Bathroom selfies prove two things: lighting is king, and privacy is dead.
Drone Deliveries Gone Wrong? My package landed in a tree, so now squirrels subscribe to Amazon.
My boundaries are decorative pillows.
Scavenger Hunts? Scavenger hunts are hide-and-seek with coupons.
Bunker Guys? Bunker guys build basements into paranoia museums.
Accidental FaceTime? I FaceTimed my boss accidentally and he learned too much about my pajamas.
Board Gamers? Board gamers lose friendships over cardboard.
Pregnancy Life? Pregnancy is nine months of unsolicited advice.
My coping mechanism is “add to cart, abandon.”
Tech Support? Tech support always asks “is it plugged in,” which is insulting—and usually right.
Fantasy Sports? Fantasy sports are math class with nachos.
Conscious Uncoupling Ceremonies? Conscious uncoupling is divorce with mood lighting.
People Who Say YOLO? People who still say YOLO clearly didn’t.
I asked for a sign from the universe; it sent captcha.
I don’t get awkward silences—I rent them.
Time heals all wounds, but Wi-Fi heals households.
Depression? Depression is sadness but with subscriptions.
Online Dating? His profile said “6 feet,” but it was just the distance he kept at dinner.
My comfort zone pays rent late.
Snow Days? Snow days are childhood holidays for parents’ suffering.
Reiki for Dogs? My dog didn’t heal—he just farted on the yoga mat.
I don’t do fashion; I do laundry survival.
Social Media Coaches? Social media coaches brag about engagement—mostly with bots.
Influencer Toddlers? Influencer toddlers have more brand deals than I have friends.
Bizarre Yelp Reviews? Yelp reviews are diaries written by bitter food critics with Wi-Fi.
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Ice Skating? Ice skating is falling gracefully for $15 an hour.
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Lost in Translation? The café menu said “beef surprise,” and let’s just say I’m still surprised.