(free translation Greek to English)
In each shooting of hourglass, somebody wakes up, somebody stays sleepless, somebody dreams…
For each grain of sand somebody dies and somebody is given birth, somebody mourns and somebody cheers, somebody cries and somebody laughs, somebody falls in love and somebody is hurt…
In each microscopic sound that they remove the grains corresponds a melody that represents the sentiments of persons of planet.
Each small reflection of light that reaches in her elaborately made crystal represents the glances of the persons to the sky to search the unknown or hope.
The first grain that falls means the beginning as little bell, while the last one echoes as bell that gives a end in that it began with the first sound…
So much small object and so much insignificant in our own eyes, and however how many it can hide that we ignore…
Each one us has a hourglass that begins it measures before still we be born and finish in our last breath.
No one does compete the time…
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