Nos vamos haciendo feos

Nos vamos haciendo viejos,

Nos vamos haciendo feos.

Por más que cuidemos del cuerpo.

Nos vamos haciendo así.

Convertirse en algo feo nos acerca a nosotros mismos.

Nos deforma un poco la frente,

Nos saca pelos en todas partes,

Nos muestra las huellas de los accidentes.

No obstante, vamos ganando otros lujos,

Vamos haciendo otras gracias.

Aprendemos a llorar o a reír,

pero nos vamos haciendo feos.

Encontramos en nuestras manos el tiempo.

Pasan por nuestra frente las huellas de nuestros pensamientos.

Nuestros ojos ven más nublado que antes,

Nuestra alma aprecia más el sol.

He visto el pasar del tiempo en tanta gente

Todo mundo se va haciendo feo.

Todo mundo adquiere un matiz distinto,

No necesariamente algo mejor.

El chiste es envejecer con gracia?

Creo que no es así.

La gracia nos quita lo feos, seguro.

Pero la gracia nos hace dejar de ver.

Hemos de perder el sentido de la vista con el tiempo

Hemos de ganar otros 20 sentidos más.

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