Since we don't know
When we will die
We see life
Like an inexhaustible well
And yet everything only happens a few times
Repeat our experiences
Very rarely
How often will you remember an
afternoon in your childhood?
An afternoon that is so deeply imprinted on your
being ¤gt has
That you can't even imagine your life
without him
Maybe you will remember him
Four or five times
Maybe not even that often
How many times will you see the full moon
rise?
Maybe twenty more times?
And yet everything is infinite