Our passage through this world
is very brief.
We are just dust
which the wind blows,
we are 
words
and the time drags.
Do not we waste time
thinking that we are,
more than we can be.
Even so,
We can make of the life
our finest hour.
Let us take
just the good memories
and the best thoughts
We are what
we can be,
because the destination
is not a rigid mesh
but an invisible wave
drawn at infinity
by thoughts
and actions,
not just
of the individuals.
The life,
this stretched chain,
has his eye on us
and nothing says,
she observes
and does
what she have to do.
The water that flowing,
like brilliant rapids
under the sun
and the blue sky,
not belong to us,
she simply
passes through us.
Let us be thankful,
and conscious
than we are,
looking at the sky
in the evening,
spectators,
passengers,
dust.
(Dust by Adriana Janaína Poeta)
Clube de Leitura dos Poetas / Reading of Poets Society