Naked branch:
Fall the last leaf
From another time.

Every second of the present
Escapes into the past,
At light and innocent pace
Of a careless blink.
It could have been the wind,
But it was enough the throw
Of a second by the world,
Without any regrets..

The leaf absent of life
It´s lost in the myriad already stretched,
Yet, much smaller
Than the one formed by the seconds,
Although impossible of being enumerated.

The outgoing moment,
Like the harmless blink,
Never was present
Before the decisive event
Pushed it into the past,
Less and less present.