As if Dali's watches finally liquified.
My heart-to-heart talk feigned to deny
Time's powerful unconcern, time's endless race
wrapping you and me, in our human condition cloth, helpless,
year after year thicker, by new wrinkles, skin heavier.
30 years in a life, the third part may you say.
30 years, so much time.
But our hearts beat so light...
30 years between us - a father/child distance.
"How much time remains ?"
Unrealistic question within reality.
'You're not for me' a voice that flees.
Your words, spoken, your lines, written,
all have become real in me
I know the fight against time is lost,
but when I look deeper, I know when time to die has come,
I would fully have lived my life through our unexpected "meeting".
Once in a life it can happen
One life only...
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