A time back I told Emile about past, and hours, and years, and how we knowing the killer of our lives we let it go around unpunished.
Then, I took the matter on my own hands!!!

I said in 1987, "I have looked for the past
within the heart of thousand clocks,
I knew it was there because I could hear
its steps going inside, tick-tock, tick-tock..."
like a run away prisoner going nowhere,
oblivion contained in such a little room…

We are like survivors of a brutal shipwreck
on an human empty island, sitting on a rock,
with sadness wondering how we got there
after being delivered from a ship its womb,
nobody will ever heard our cries for help,
we was born among many, but to die alone.

Walking on the beach of life’s impossibilities
the tracks of my steps on the sands I saw,
but also that Time went the same way as I,
going nowhere always walking like a clock,
back’n forth, forth’n back, a isomorphism
of a condemned prisoner to life without parole.

Fingers telling that the face had gotten wrinkles,
you don’t need a mirror to tell that your are old,
then, realizing who was slowly murdering you
and decided to go and kill Time once and for all,
becoming eternal, indestructible, mighty, until
dementia opens, on the “island,” the escape doors!