When the eternal lasts one afternoon

and we recreate forms

to try to pour in them

all this we feel,

without realizing how uncontainable it is.

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We go back in the calendar

reviewing lessons learned

looking for the key, the code, the trick

we have to know how to sew ourselves well

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Did you like that afternoon on the beach?

Maybe it will not come back, maybe it will not exist again

maybe we only have one afternoon left

just one

and we must put in a few hours

what fate has been giving us many lives.

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