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The Time of Illusion When a father will laugh contentedly at your childhood skull and a mother will cry over the mystery of her motherhood and the warm intimacy with nothingness will be over it will also be time for you to face life it will also be time for you to face life. When the shadow of a woman will read in your face the fear and her body will tell you it's night, her smile that it's morning when you see her wither like a dying tree it will also be time for you to experience love it will also be time for you to experience love. When sleep will remain the only friend that saves your day and you see the remnants of youth fleeing from your home and you even come to hope that a relative will die it will also be time for you to feel boredom it will also be time for you to feel boredom. When the windows of a room will be your only walks and children and grandchildren will laugh at your hollow cheeks and as a joke you will swear you feel quite strong it will also be time for death it will also be time for death. When after all this you seek a reason or a pretext to convince someone that your pain has not been in vain and you find satisfaction in the meaning given by religion it will also be time for illusion it will also be time for illusion.