When We Get Out Of This …

When we get out of all this closure. When we get back some of what they call freedom. When the boundaries are again what we want to travel. Let’s not forget the ephemeral and the fragile.
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Nothing is forever.
Not love.
Not your grandmother.
Not the corner of the street where you played as a child.

Nothing is forever.
Absolutely everything is over.
Summer is over.
The oranges are running out on the tree.
Desire runs out.

Nothing is forever.
Sometimes something changes everything.
Everything you thought was safe.
Immutable and true.
It disappears.

Nothing is forever.
Although we have gotten used to hugs.
To see the same landscape over and over again.
Because if we do one thing it will have the same result over and over again.

But nothing is for ever.
Sometimes the house you grew up in is torn down.
And your grandmother is taken away by a virus.
Sometimes the shaking.

The one that messes up your things.
That hides them.
He changes them from place to place.
And you are no longer the same.

Sometimes existence stops.
It is deformed.

It becomes unrecognizable before your eyes.
And you do not know if what you are seeing is reality.
But it is.
Although it seems like a bad dream.

Nothing is forever.
That is why you have to respect time for what it simply is.
A golden opportunity.
Shimmering and bright.

He now continues to give us a choice and a possibility.
To continue here.
We are never going back.
Nothing will.

So when we get out of all this closure.
When we get back some of what they call freedom.
When the boundaries are again what we want to travel.
Let’s not forget the ephemeral and the fragile.

Let’s not forget this wonder of being together in the world.
Because only this way.
Just remembering that nothing is forever.
That the only thing we know for sure is that everything will have an end.
We can truly value each thing in its proper measure.

Every gesture, every choice, every kiss.
Every touch, every goodbye.
Every word spoken.
Choosing it with care and respect.
As if it were the last.

Because it can be.
And we without knowing it.

When we can return to the planet.
Let’s think about whether it is worth hating others.
If we want to use our space to hurt and hurt.

Or if on the contrary.
We will decide to love.
We will decide goodness.
We will decide the kindness.
Until the end of our time.

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