And another bit of poetry...

We Will Not Regret

by Cristian A. Jara Schulze

Will we regret the times when

the little here was all we could care about?

Shall we revise our future hymns

so memory can be paid to our indolent rest?

The highs are that far!

Like children, we got terrified where

the big there meets our innocent beliefs.

And the eyes rest closed and blind,

but curiosity, that insidious, held tight can´t be.

The highs still that far!

But our hands can be held high up

and those remote faint lights can be grasped.

And then, the very heavens will surely be met

...And we will not regret.