by cecilia Erismann
‘What time is now?’ He asks me…
In which now are you –
He enquires me on that instant…
That now – as usual,
Was performing his eternity
By passing from one minute
To another, and other, and other…
Another – just gone!
And I think… If I could freeze time,
I would say: ‘Now is 10:37’.
‘What time is now?’ I smile
Already knowing that the now is never counted
By Hours, minutes, seconds…
Now is silent –
In that now, he was already gone,
Time goes on…
‘And now?’ he asks,
‘Now is 19:10 – a day just passed without saying anything…’
(na desimportância do proprio tempo,
a days was gone – gone – just now).
‘And there, what time is it now?’
‘Now is 1:10’
From one minute to another
From here to there,
The invisible line…
Another day – a fresh one – just born,
Another day already going on!
I stop and think…
Probably, in the next years to come,
This now will be still here and there,
This now will be always in between,
It will always be… Our now-memory.
To be present – to be… Now!
Now is insane!
Now is where we are – always there…
Right now is night – a moment with no borders,
Right now I write to catch this moment,
Our eternal now – lembranças…
Image by Joaquin Aras