When you are in misery, of time you don't have to worry.
There is plenty.
When you life seems all but happy, of time you are always in pursue.
There is so few.
How is that ? I wonder.
Time does not evolve, a second is a second.
Time does not transform, a minutes is a minute.
Time does not disappear, an hour is an hour.
Its perception is what can be molded.
How fast, how slow it will pass,
our brain is the one who decides.
Sometimes I imagine what I will do if I could stop it.
imagine ....
Ricardo Da Fonseca
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