[They reached a house, and entered into a beautiful garden full of flower decorations. A big tree gave a lot of shade, and the temperature was cool enough.

“That is your future husband.” He said pointing a man that stood beside a fountain.

“Oh, my gosh! He looks like my grandfather's best friend, Henry. Did I tell you why I had to marry him?” She said in a total commotion.

“No, I think you love him.” Federic said. They were instantly interrupted by Ity’s future husband. He ran toward her, hugged her, and said. “It is time.”]

Leaves are falling…
It is my memory
trying to rejoice
with the ritual,
perpetual lifecycle.

{…Is our lifecycle perpetual? Will it continue with or without us? What is the purpose of evolution? What would happen if we dare to face death with responsibility? }

Flowers are dead…
It is my body
that fulfills
with each sweet bite
of reality I take.

{…Will the body become ashes? If you are not those ashes, why do we fight defending the dirt we will someday be? Why do we forget the importance of understanding death and life? }

Trees are dancing…
It is my spirit
trying to find a answer
inside the forest of time.

{…Whatever once was, may not be. Will something inside us remain? What is permanent in this instant inside ourselves? Could it be consciousness? Could it be love? Could it be something else? Why?}

When will I be ready to leave?
Lifecycles seem eternal,
and I must die…

{…Is it time to stop living what others have created? When will we confront ourselves, and find out who we really are?}

When will time end?
When I find love…

Where is love?
In me…
In you…
In us…

Why do we forget
who we are?