Exeunt omnes

Time is not a thief that steals the days,

it's the master that drives a young horse to the field

to plow it at the sunrise,

and brings an old back at sunset, after harvest;

time is the master that takes his shotgun,

goes out with the old horse, the old family dog

for the final walk, the worn hand caressing

the aged skin and fur. The final kind

words, to us.

27.06.2017