Poem IV: Time

Time speaks,
only up to us to listen it.
(The watchmaker's voice is the whisper you hear when you are in silence)

The watch has been underestimated, misunderstood and misused...
so understand that:

every second is an affirmation of the here and now
every minute hides the beauty of the invisible
(focus and you will see it)
every hour is a half truth behind the lie of the moment
every day is an achievement of the future,
that will age in the past
every month is a place of learning and experience
that you did not understand at time,

and every year is the tax to be alive.

Whatever you do you can´t escape of this tax...
until the collector (no one knows who he is) cancel your account.

But if you live your life, second by second
until they turn into a minutes and then become in seconds again,
the tax will not be such... and will be a saving.

So please do not fall into the monotony of counting the hours, days and months...
only appreciates every second and every minute forgetting the rest.