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Weapons of existence
The Persistence of Memory © Salvador dalì
by laura andrés Tallardà
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Clocks are the weapons of existence,
the inexorable truth that no one can escape.
Don’t waste time or time will waste you.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time flies destroying every petal.
Days melt like cheese under the sun,
captured in tiny pieces of metal,
threatened by a legion of ants.
In a landscape of blue skies and deep seas,
on a beach whose sand the wind will scatter,
there is a dark shadow that blurs yesterday
and becomes an unpredictable monster.
The fear to forget becomes a fear to be forgotten,
to be erased from our own painting.
Memory is the most intimate precious jewel,
that cannot be shown but remembered. A rough diamond to be polished,
a whole existence to be conquered
