The passage of time (II).
Time. We measure it with the movement of the stars or the vibration of subatomic particles trying to make it an ageless magnitude. But, in fact, time is the lapse of a matter without substance that fills from our birth up to our death (and we don’t care about it before or later).
Time. That ethereal and powerful thing. We can store a kilogram of fresh air, embrace a meter of our beloveds, become drunk with a liter of pure water. But we cannot capture time… perhaps. We know our past, we dream our future, but the present just ran away as that second just finished. And, despite this, so powerful that its scars can be seen in the Earth, in the people and its works.
Time. That essence that we try to capture in our images in an attempt to be immortal as time.
Well, time, teaching us that it flows and that we must enjoy every second of our lives as they will never return.