Mario Quintana / The time
Life is the duty we brought home
When you see it, it’s already six o’clock!
When you see, it’s already Friday!
When you see, the year is over…
When you see, we lose the love of our life
Fifty years have passed!
Now it’s too late to be disapproved…
If I was given one day, another opportunity,
I would not even look at the clock
He would always go ahead and throw
the golden bark of useless hours on the way
I would follow the love that lies before me and says that I love him
And there’s more, be sure to do something you like
because of the loss of time
Be sure to have people by your side
out of pure fear of being happy
The only fault he will have will be that
of the time which, unfortunately,
will never return.
P.S. Big Ben, at London, will be stopped for four years to repairs. Then, I remembered this poem. What’s time? What’s a clock?