We are the time. We are the famous
Metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure

We are the water, not the hard diamond
The one that is lost, not the one that stands still

We are the river and we are that greek
That looks himself into the river. His reflection
Changes into the waters of the changing mirror
Into the crystal that changes like the fire

We are the vain predetermined river
In his travel to his sea

The shadows have surrounded him
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away

Memory does not stamp his own coin

However, there is something that stays
However, there is something that bemoans