«Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.»
Everything on earth is familiar to me.
Time transcends me.
I only exist today
in the present that steps on what I will be.
Today I am born, today I live, today I die.
But I only transform.
The earth connects me with everything
Cultivate in me the art, beauty and harmony.
a way to forget that I come from
a particle of electromagnetic dust.
The life is today. I am latent footprint.
I live, die and forget.
What did those who preceded me say?
The words ring in a lost bell.
They are just footprints, echoes of muted heels,
Maybe they ring in my ears and I forget them.
The light that travels to the night is already dead,
It goes out in the memory of the universe
in that instant that emerges from another moment.
This life we live is already a memory of oblivion.
the essence of the voice that draws the breath
of being that revives with the wind
in this ephemeral appearance.
Everything is changing, there are memories remembering.
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