Time to have
but also to ask
whether what is happening
remained in the past.
To see the future
but to not yet understand
how it all happened.
What is still there?
So everything spins around,
and nothing stands still
except for the idea
that wants to expound
that all that is
has always been
and everything that appears
was born from yesteryear.
But where is the time that I want to give you?
Who fills time with love and meaning?
If everything at the moment is a cloud whose time is running out?
( 2010)
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