I left no head unturned,
                          
              No eye dry,
                                    
                        No tongue wet,
                                          
                 ­             Nor did I leave
              
                                     Any joy unearned.

I am the ash that covers my silent fire
The smart doubt that confirms any matter,
The only deaf who can hear what
Only a mute can utter.

Yet with no other doubt
You look further
Till you are down and out
But to see the same order.

Time will resemble
History and future,
The same preamble
The same feature.

Time with his hyperboles,
His everlasting soon
His walls and holes,
His appetite to tune.

Time takes a long time
A novel to understand,
A story to rhythm and to rhyme
A poem to contend.

Time is the now
Time will last
And if you ask how
You will be passed.

We hope,
And we forget to live.
We hope and we forget,
Our past.
Torn in our present,
We forget the future.
And we, in our present
Torn between hope
And our forgotten past,
We live without a future.

I am an excellent wine,
Brewed by life,
Bottled by fate.

A Cambrian explosion
         That is what I need,
         That might calm my troubled ocean
         And beget me anew indeed.

I asked a Wise Man about us
We human beings, he said:
“Half good, half bad,
Half happy, half sad,
Half heart, half brain
Half nature.
Half male, half female,
Half body, half soul
Half normal, half fool
Half animal.
How about you?’’ the Wise Man asked.
“I am all those halves and a half. Am I perfect?’’
The Wise Man answered shaking his head
“Things done by halves,
Are never done right’’.