As time goes by

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Alphonse Osbert, The eternal song (1899-1939)

My love,

Where has our affection taken us?

With you I lost all sense of time, is it the past, the future, or the most beautiful gift of all, the present? The sand-like fleeting time isn't running with you, it stretches and slows down the pace of the clock hands, it freezes to infinite moments and it melts as Dali depicted it.

How is it possible that this warmth in our bodies has such an influence on the outer world?

When I close my eyes and try to grab this feeling, this treasure of sentiment, all my fingertips can reach is this almost invisible threat keeping me near to you, to the world, to everything. An ancient barn weaved by the people before us, by their laughter, by their love, by everything that makes them human.

I do not doubt that the people in Babylon knew the same feeling I shared with you.

I do not doubt that the people in ancient Egypt kissed and showed small gestures of love.

I do not doubt that the Arabic world word is the most striking poem of tenderness.

I do not doubt that the Ancient Greeks wondered about the beauty and fulfillment that a gentle and loving heart could offer.

And I do not doubt that after all those years, those centuries of passing time, good and bad events, and change, the human soul forgot to love. Because it is born in us. Because it is within us. The choice is ours to submit to the feeling that has been passed down to us and with that, perhaps, to fulfill one meaning of life:

To give and receive love.

So darling, let us stay like this just a little bit longer. There is still time, the last grain of sand didn't fall, and we don't need to walk away... yet.

Stay by my side and let us enjoy what is left.