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    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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