O Passar do Tempo

                                                        Um pingo cai,
                                                        a folha arfa,
                                                        a brisa sopra
                                                        e o tempo passa.

                                                        Tempo distante
                                                        que espera a hora
                                                        de se fazer
                                                        presente.

                                                        Tempo presente
                                                        que, sem demora,
                                                        se faz
                                                        ausente.

                                                        Tempo rápido,
                                                        do vento que sopra,
                                                        das folhas mexidas,
                                                        da vida que passa.

                                                        França, Antony, 15/09/2001