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Vida temporal

Que absurdo,
que todo sea temporal.

Que absurdo,
intentar encontrar lo duradero,
en una vida, en una existencia,
absolutamente pasajera.

¿Por qué si algo viene siempre se va?
¿Por qué todo siempre tiene que cambiar?

Que absurdo,
que no importa cuánto trates, 
el inmutable hecho esta,
en qué todo es eventual.

¿Qué sentido tiene entonces aferrarse,
Tratar de encontrar eso que al final se irá?

Que absurdo,
e insignificante se siente la vida,
cuando no existe ni un tan solo,
"Para siempre"

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