This poem talks about how fast time goes and how fast we bring to her sister
Time passes,
you wake up and start running, and still
run run run,
"Run away!" Says ,
run away at work, at home, at school and vice versa.
Time runs like a train at the terminus,
if we look at a meter,
there is little left to live,
those who believe lives in the vain hope that there is something beyond:
hell, purgatory or better yet,
paradise.
who does not believe he sees the approaching darkness,
sees eternity in the ground in the dark without knowing anything of those still living, the darkness swallows
without fear and indecision,
the darkness waiting for you behind a corner, a bar a morning after pronouncing "See you tonight,"
you're eating your pasta in your bar and come up with an excuse
drags you away without giving you time to say: I'm dying! They will put you
underground
will put you on the dresser inside a silver frame,
Sprinkle each morning while making the bed every night and daily prayer invoking your return.
We are victims of time and drug addicts, drug addicts
speed,
doped by the speed with which we are heading for death.
