Time leaves us like an hourglass falling on our hands. But what matters is not time but its intensity. Do not look for a rewind emerged from the past, do not look in the bowels of what will never return. Love that there is no peace and that it is chaos to what your body most makes you dance.
Let there be no peace and in chaos we can refloat. That there is no peace and that it is lust that loses us in a new storm by jumping on a time as intense as fleeting, feeling that everything else just matters to us. Certifying that this moment is more than enough.