Eternity must be jealous of the present,
its immediacy, its relevance.
Yes, eternity must be jealous
when a lover smiles and sighs,
when she removes the clip
which had held back her hair,
freeing it and allowing me
to slip my hand between the strands
as if it were a bolt of priceless silk
which she offers to me
as a queen might offer
alms to a beggar.
My fingers luxuriate gratefully.
This gratitude and luxury
exist only in the present,
and so, eternity is jealous.
Eternity is full of
Full of happenstances
and miscellaneous occurrences.
But only the present contains life.
Only the present contains love.
Only the present contains potentiality and value.
Only the present contains her sweet kiss.
And so, eternity is jealous.