Vida Interrumpida

Wow, I didn't realized I haven't been on here in two months.  My summer went by so quickly and now I'm already halfway through the fall semester of my Junior year.  It is crazy how time flies.  No matter how cliche that is, it is the truth.  I was on Pinterest the other day and one of the pins said: “isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.”  This is true not only of changes, but of time.  We often complain about how long the day has been, or how slow the week is progressing, but by Friday we can hardly believe the week is over.  And two months later it doesn't seem like any time has passed.  Our perception of time is wondrous--days can feel like years, and years can feel like days.  

That popped into my head when I was working on an assignment for my Spanish class and got sidetracked.  I realized that our lives are full of constant interruptions.  I contemplated the idea for a while and decided to use it as inspiration for the poem I had to write in Spanish.  

Vida Interrumpida  

Playas rompen las ondas,

Paredes cierra las habitaciones,

Ruido rompen la tranquilidad,

Luz derrota la oscuridad,

Tormentas perturban la calma,

Agua agrieta la piedra,

Tráfico detiene los coches,

Mañanas terminan las noches

Dolor termina el movimiento,

Tiempo divide el tiempo,

 

Vida interrumpida.

Translation:

Life Interrupted 

Beaches break waves,

Walls close rooms,

Noise breaks peace,

Light shatters darkness,

Storms disturb calmness,

Water chips rock,

Traffic stops cars,

Mornings end nights,

Pain ends movement,

Time divides time,

Life interrupted.