I realized what time is made of,
But only when there was little time left,
When the burden of emptiness leeched my neck
From inside me with its broken nails,
When malice was melted with tenderness
That I had lost, the way they melt snow with salt,
When new days worked their way
Through the skin of closed eyes, with dumb imminence.
I filled time with cries of joy,
I made it longer and shorter.
Its specks would play in the sun
And it would become darker than night.
And I would never take care of it:
It loved me until
I could finally understand
That it had always, always left.
Another year,
Another day,
Another hour:
Time goes by,
Dropping the shadow
Of oblivion on us...
You can enter the same river twice
If you go downstream.
The only important thing in the meantime is
The golden glow above your head.
I'm not going to kill time,
It will kill me anyway,
Poking at the wound with the second hand,
Tearing its edges.
Another year,
Another day,
Another hour:
Time goes by,
Dropping the shadow
Of oblivion on us...
Another year,
Another day,
Another hour:
Time goes by,
Dropping the shadow
Of oblivion on us...