Such is life, so existence,
so that singular form,
to teach us that,
we are fragile, weak…
and that we can lose everything…
without consent…

We were born,
in a world of ostentation,
of envy and rancor…
but also,
in a full valley
of beauty and splendor…

We do not value how much we have,
because we believe that we deserve it,
when everything was given to us,
only by grace, and with a lot of love…

Maybe, tomorrow we have to depart…
and then, we will be aware,
that every beat counts,
because without it,
it’s no use having a heart…