In the flow of time without measure,
nothing is ever the same again, I understand.
Neither eternal Love, nor the wound
that we leave in the soul, I've learned.
People change like the wind,
transforming into shadows without warning.
Lives intertwine in movement,
and vanish in a vague whirlpool.
Patiently I have watched the unforgettable
get lost in the mist of oblivion,
the indispensable become dispensable,
in the constant and repeated becoming.
Such is the dance of existence,
a cycle of constant change and renunciation.
Where what today shines with insistence,
tomorrow fades away in moments.
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