Just As Differences Create Scales

Just as differences create scales,
Like the sun and the moon, which they divide into the moon, the season,
The smaller of the moment, in our limited times,
The pine collapses, the ornament in the window trembles.

What is as beautiful as the past that remains in mind is the one we live,
He lived his age, but he was bald,
I understood the time mill when people died,
The glass is breaking, every portrait in the room is shaking.

To exist is to be perceived,
Said one of the philosophers, as if noticing the difference,
In this haunt with an aksulam steppe look,
By carrying large clipped scissors from the neck.

We will cross rivers without bridges and suffer,
After all, every life that will drink its water is a factor,
If our peace is more that we carry in our stomach,
Our intervention in the void will always cause such pain.

If life alone is enough, we will surely die,
Scorched by all the dreams we are strangers to,
Proud people love silence and solitude,
I wish we didn't want new stories like this.