Occasio aegre offertur, facile amittitur

I do believe that the secret of time is to consume it without knowing.
Is pretend to be infinity so we'll not see it passing through your fingers.
Is to change it to be counted in moments rather than the simplicity of years.

Clocks, Alarms, stopwatch, calendar, days, nights, seasons,
Are all baits so we can imagine how to hold it, control it.

Hourglass, the only truly instrument of time flowing.
Backwards, in its own flow imposing the gravity of
Really having to face the existence of the final grain of sand.
Scratching its perversity in the sand of our fragility.

But time is impartial while pouring down into the hole
Devouring us without any choice of confrontation.
Killing time is to slaughter ourselves senseless
Losing it is to live in the vanity of the common place.

It’s the invisible and precise pointer of life’s sanctity
And a beloved and necessary part of the End.

Its hunger for lust and vanity is insatiable
Its resilient will is key and aim to all sins
And its demands are irrevocable and unanimous.

Lurking in the shadows and souls of every moving being
Into objects that no longer are used or serves its propose
In people, places and sounds that we have never saw or met
In rotting fruit in fields of anger that were never harvested
In the long-forgotten memories that we once treasured
There it is…

And in the end it shows its countenance
In every picture of our memories that are fading away…
In all the children that kept growing despise of all warnings…
In the actions of those that are yet to come into our life…

In the sand that runs through the hourglass
And end up in our empty wrinkled hands...
Leaving us in the sole companion of Pandora and our memories…





"If I found a job, a project, an idea or a person I wanted-I'd have to depend on the whole world. Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them-just so they'll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept..." - Any Rand - The Fountainhead





Listening to "I've Got you Under my skin" - Frank Sinatra Feat. Bono