Tempo e Artista

I imagine the artist in an amphitheater
Where time is the great star
I see time working its art
Having the same artist as its canvas

Molding the artist to its liking
Time, with its imprecise pencil
Adds wrinkles around the mouth
Like counterweights to a smile

Already wearing the artist's skin
Time snatches his throat
The old singer stepping onto the stage
Just opens his voice, and time sings

Time dances incessantly, assembling
The back of the exhausted dancer
Trembling, the actor recites a drama
That is yet to be written

In the amphitheater, under the starry sky
A concert I imagine
Where, in a glimpse, time reaches glory
And the artist, the infinite