Time is also a mask/ Like the absent-minded ink spot/ It is an innocent sin in the white sheets of paper/ As if it¿s been locked up and the key is thrown away/ Everyrthing is the same in the garden of memories/ Disintegration of bodies/ Memories of a sedentary life/ The ivy spares not its venom/ You go away with your well ironed shirt/ I realize having saved more than necessary,/ When death is the matter/ Even death has hardly to be trusted/ Time is also a mask/ Like the absent-minded ink spot/ It is an innocent sin in the white sheets of paper.