We are nothing more
than the time we have left,
walking toward the oblivion
we will become.
It's harsh, but that's the way it is.
The rest is just literature.
The best thing
is not to think about it too much:
keep walking,
drink coffee, fall in love,
watch the rain...
Karmelo C. Iribarren (my own attempted translation)
Monday poetry is late, again, so am I for most things
Stories from A Closet of Errors 