As Horas Iguais

As horas passam-se. São iguais.
Iguais a tantas outras horas que se passaram.
Iguais a tantas outras horas que o tempo pareceu apressar.

Os campos... os campos, outrora de batalhas,
Os campos, depois de cultivo estão ao abandono.
Outros campos iguais,
São prédios,
Jardins,
Esquinas de vida e de morte.
Os campos são o que deles fizeram.

Mas as horas são constantes e batem compassadamente.
Tic-tac, tic-tac, menos um segundo,
Menos um minuto
Para tudo deixar de ser como era,
Menos uma hora para morreres e para deixares para trás tudo o que fizeste, tudo o que viveste, tudo o que coleccionaste.

As horas passam. São iguais.
São iguais as horas,
Assim como são iguais, milhares de milhões de destinos!

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