We are the time. We are the famous <br />metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure. <br /> <br />We are the water, not the hard diamond, <br />the one that is lost, not the one that stands still. <br /> <br />We are the river and we are that greek <br />that looks himself into the river. His reflection <br />changes into the waters of the changing mirror, <br />into the crystal that changes like the fire. <br /> <br />We are the vain predetermined river, <br />in his travel to his sea. <br /> <br />The shadows have surrounded him. <br />Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away. <br /> <br />Memory does not stamp his own coin. <br /> <br />However, there is something that stays <br />however, there is something that bemoans.<br /><br />Jorge Luis Borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-the-time-we-are-the-famous/
