And despite all that we had warned about
of circular time in our lives
today I say that there is a time for every time
and just as there is a time round and the face of birds
does not reflect anything other than a repetition and we said to ourselves
I was here one day - and the song we heard
It is a repetition, it surprises us and announces
"Again a bell was heard" -, I heard that bell
I heard that bell, it sang and it broke
sang and broke
because that was the light of time, the last of the beginnings.
More and more light for the hour that advances towards this other
in which you are more alone. As never before.
The time of the arrow just ahead
just about the end. This is the time,
it thrusts itself forward as the chosen people when guided by faith.
There is so much simplicity in the last things, in the shortest distance
that roars between two points. This is the trajectory
impossible to get lost, even if you wanted to, you couldn't.