Hope

Tomorrow may be I will not be here
and everything has been in vain or not

Nobody will notice much my absence
Earth will keep rotating

We are an absurd passion
that is born to die

We make plans forever
but in the way
we forget who we are

We create networks 
pretending of being connected

We say that we should live
like it was the last day
but death surprises us

We let us and others
keep believing in hope 

As if 
what we desire
was going to happen
because we deserve it

or
if there was a moment
that doesn't really exist

Good news is 
we already know how it ends

While time comes 
we have something urgent to do.

UNTITLED
VALENTE MALANGATANA
MOZAMBIQUE 
(1936-2011)