To you, who still have time to choose

To you, who still have time to choose

by Jonathan Becedas

To you.
I am talking to you,
who still have time
to choose.

Today I stopped on the sidewalk.
It was frenetic:
ones towards one side,
others towards the other …
No one looked at me in the eyes.
Horn sounds
in a fog of people.
Roars with green traffic lights …
and with amber.
Everyone to different places,
but all towards the same place.
Some looked at the watch,
others, at the mobile phone;
even, while they were walking …
most of them, when they were waiting …
But nobody saw me.
No one saw that I was challenging them to be free.
Nobody saw that I do not care
about a 4K television,
nor the premiere of tonight in streaming,
nor a high range mobile phone.
No one saw that I do not care
about a thirty-year mortgage,
I do not care about the free days for burial.
I care about being like that too,
because I don’t want.
I care about wasting my life between glass,
because it cannot be seen.
I care about eating plastic,
because it cannot be eaten.
I care about breathing cancer,
because it tortures.
I care about drinking poison,
because it kills.
I care about having to regret what I've done
and, above all, about what I haven’t done.
I care about it.
It worries me.
It terrifies me …

You, who still have time to choose,
stop a moment
and look carefully at what awaits you.
For your sake choose well,
just in case you may regret it.