The Time of Nothingness

Mayte Martín, Spain.

(Submitted by the author)

There is only one set of staves on which we can write our life's symphony. Only one pencil with which we can trace the outline of the map, which alone - and then only sometimes - can cheat destiny. Only one piece of clay with which to mould what we don’t want, in order never to forget what it looks like: the time of nothingness.

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