Wrinkles Of A Lifetime
In their eyes there are thousands of battles, some with a strong swell, others with a calm wind.
Their pupils are the treasure of a lifetime, they keep the secret of their paths, their adventures and their destinies.
And their eyelashes, so strong, but so sensitive at the same time, show that they have supported the weight of the cascades of tears and the vivacity of the rays of the sun.
What is certain is that when we look at them, we can see their feelings, as if an invisible bridge connected us with them, with their shells and their walls, which conceal under the weight of the arms of tenderness and love. love.
Sometimes they open up to the world, in order to let a kiss or a hug pass.
Their mouths, closed for years, are in no hurry to speak and when they do, wisdom characterizes their words. And we are inspired by their advice.
If we listen to them, we learn so much, because they give us life lessons, revealing their nuanced opinions.
These are the wrinkles, those folds formed by the experience of feelings, the force of facts and the imprints of wounds and successes, those which have grown over the years, like marks which bear witness to life.
Wrinkles, full of effort; wrinkles, full of feelings; wrinkles forged like chains that supported the weight of suffering; wrinkles overflowing with love, overflowing with life …
Their skin supported the deepest wounds. Some wrinkles have completely disappeared, but others are fixed on their skin, through the scars, which, with the touch alone, can trigger a storm of emotions.
Their backs show the weight of the loss of loved ones, with whom the bonds of steel are unforgettable , and whom neither distance, physical or psychological, can be forgotten. Remembering it thanks to the sensation of touching the skin goes directly to the heart.
And it is their hands, the cement, the tools of life, and the key to their faces, which support their journey.
A winding path, which winds, unstable, filled with dangers and obstacles, which has been drawn and which determines the power of the body.
A path, also made up of flowers, fresh air and softness, which has taken advantage of every moment, thanks to the sensitivity of the eyes.
And even so, sometimes we forget it.
They are the heroes of our past and their present, they show us that anything is possible, if we really want to.
May life leave traces on the skin, but also on the soul, hot and cold traces, which, thanks to their contrasts, make us feel life.
The voice of experience that is measured between silence and protest, courageous hearts that continue to believe despite the storms, full of knowledge, true books of wisdom …
But who are they? The elderly, the autumn of life… Their eyes and their wrinkles betray them…
These people who gave you a helping hand, guided you and taught you that when you plant seeds, you have to water them so that over time they will bear fruit.
They are there, by your side or further away. They expect you to love them and smile at them.
When you see them, listen to them. Their words can be the solution of your dreams …
When you see them, understand them, even in silence, because their silence is full of meaning …
When you see them, take them in your arms, because a hug, sincere and full of meaning is ultimately a caress on their tired soul …
And don’t forget that one day, you too will be the hero of your present and of the past of those who arrive …
