Pass one more, you do not realize and check you over age, one day one is a baby and another woman as just a matter of time.
months years Hours minutes seconds fractions ridicule the reality of our aging ... of our inevitable decline ...
Today I am happy it's my birthday ... but these years have passed like a breath of candles, with a sigh, a stream of air I have my childhood and youth and now to another window I see the maturity and a much slower future in which the time is still fast and swift and inexorable with what we have left to live.
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