The souls

Fate, time, death is their friend.
Poor humans, with them no reprieve.
What hopes, what riches, buried,
how many miseries and distresses buried!

Rich or poor, weak or powerful,
small or great, profane or learned,
virtuous or demons, atheists and believers
all together, swept away by time.
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Unknown stations for a mysterious train,
to each his own, each one turning,
He runs at full speed, carrying young and old,
poor humans, without hope of return.

Short Comments
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At the end of life, no one knows where he is going at the twilight of his life. This is why I speak of "unknown" stations. Everyone is embarked on the same train (an image of time different from that of the first quatrain, where it sucks everything like a black hole in the cosmos from which the name of abyss without bottom) and at the same time this train really transports us in time: dimension itself very mysterious.

"That is why I say mysterious train. We are all embarked on the same train, young but old, but each one stops at the station destined for him, which he has not chosen and moreover unknown. there are actually two unknowns: nobody knows when, he has to go to his destination station and when he is ordered to "go down", he goes to the unknown. (the life we ​​know ends, but the new path that awaits us, no one can define or describe it. It is a simple going that begins at our birth and ends in a decree that completely escapes us) .

He spends all his time talking about this singular train to remind us that whatever the length of the life of a person even more than a hundred years, it seems to him that he lived at most a few hours, the dimension of a film of cinema! Time passes very quickly, too fast, that's what we feel every day!