I felt the grief today:
The only thing will be
with me until the end.
I felt today the pain,
the dust from my hands
slowly slipping away.
I felt today the violence
of my hourglass flowing
against my secret silence.
I felt the fear today
of my lonely body
crying out again.
I felt today the cold,
the wooden woman's skin
that covers my corpse.
Just because I feel today
time flies,
time flies.