CLOCK

Song from the beyond

from the other side of life.

We, the dead, are singing

now, for a while, we descend from heaven.

Straight from heaven, we,

from where there is no return, in Paradise.

We will show a world for a moment,

that world where souls play at living,

where souls gently sway.

From the other side of everything,

moments to have fun,

a little while of games,

for us.

Visiting,

for a while,

rocking the air,

with a subtle perfume,

we, the dead.

We, the non-living,

descend for a while,

a while of love,

it is the company,

of angels.

The good ones,

those of us who fly,

from Paradise, for a while,

at your side so you feel better,

to pour a little scented air.

A little of the best, without clocks,

far from the clock of life,

we, the dead,

accompany you,

and the clock stopped,

an instant,

for you,

with love.

Timeless love,

far from the clocks,

love from the beyond.

And then everything starts,

and the clock will work again.

Between heaven and earth, a recess,

and life pauses for a moment.

And everything is perfumed,

without a clock.


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