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Ernest PARDO
Life is an instant, O how ephemeral
Shadows, illusions, hopes and chimeras
Man crosses it like a meteor
and only understands its vanity at the moment of his death.
Crossing in a flash, the very brief space
Man disappears without a trace
Carrying with him only the memories of happiness
that his five deceitful
senses have brought him And even those memories that are evanescent
will also disappear, under the effect of time.
Thus, the life that we believe to be eternal
is only a succession of weak sparks
that glitter stealthily, shine and disappear
and die at the very moment they are born
But beyond all, and dominate time
will always remain the strength of feelings
that shine a thousand times in the firmament
Will remain as eternal as the diamond is
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