Trecand prin timp, il insemnam sub pas -
Asa il reprimeste universul.
Dar insusi timpul, cand prin el pasim,
Ne schimba tainic inima si mersul.
Nu batranetea,-n urma alergand,
Spre moarte pasul cearca sa ni-l poarte,
Ci doar maturitatea creste-n noi
Si ne maturizam pana la moarte.
Geografia timpului - Nicolae Labis
Passing through time, we mark it underneath our steps
This is the way the Universe accepts it back.
But Time itself, when stepping through it,
Misteriously changes our heart and pace.
Not old age, chasing from behind,
Our steps to death is struggling to carry,
But only ripeness grows within ourselves
And we keep ripening until our death.
The Geography of Time - Nicolae Labis


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