Every day is one day less
every night one night more
the heart asks why we have come
if everything is so light and brief
all of the beaches are beaches except
when they are invaded by the ocean
and the four seasons don’t make noise
in reality’s corners
all of the gods are gods of nothing
who are left without eternity
meanwhile with the air fight
the birds that learn to fly
all of the deaths are the deaths of another
and we forget them so as not to cry
but also there are those who /innocent/
with bare feet cross the threshold
every day is one day less
every night one night more
but if roses are still in view
life is a party to keep
– Mario Benedetti