A perfect hexagon
Hard and at the same time fragile as time Accompanied by loneliness
Of a wall without memories
A 12 hurdles race
A snail, a tortoise and a hare
A circuit that lasts 24 hours
Just to always start over
One day the hare got sick
Could not continue the race
The turtle was infected
And the snail ran out of strength
The three of them lay on the floor
On an increasingly gray target
Time was deteriorating them
Unable to let them out
Competing workers died
They could not continue because of a bad
The passing of the years stopped them
Letting a cycle of decades come to an end
What one day was full of life
It had finished singing
On that wall it no longer served
More than to garnish
A new day would bloom
A new companion would arrive
A graceless plastic circle
would replace that machine
It went to another wall to store
On the abandoned floor it will rest
resting on a dark wall with nothing to give
Staying without memories in solitude