Beyond time,
when nothing is left 
and all is past.
There will remain the written poems,
the painted pictures,
the hugs given.

When there will be no more space
between heaven, earth and hell,
and everything will be present.
The lost hours will come,
the unspoken words,
the moments that are gone.

Beyond time,
when nothing is left
and the seas swallow the mountains.
The memory of the glaciers will remain,
corals, and thousands of species,
exhibited in museums.

All the uncertain future will become certainty,
it is time, death waits patiently for us
to cross to the other shore. 

Beyond time, when nothing is left and all is past:
I will embrace every smile, caress and dawn,
that in the sleeplessness of endless nights 
between wars and miseries,
knew how to shelter me, tuck me in, and hold me close, 
making this passage through the valley of existence
a warm sigh and a beautiful memory.

Beyond time, nothingness.
Beyond nothingness, 
the life that is leaving us.

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• By Cris •

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拂尘卿卿，日逝年经，
娟帛盈盈，心挽予亭。
遥阚生灭无疆界，箴耘五界任浮萍。
池觞榻钟映心宫，婆娑滩浅化往生。
拂尘卿卿，日逝年经，
涵乐梧鸣，熙矢霄声。
彼老，弦韵唤吾冥。
致觉，泪思楚缘峰。
拂尘卿卿，了无叶影，
须臾叒际，伊曲伶仃。

——— 《佚灵》