The Ribbon

img073_23949924“In our youth we live as if we are immortal.

The consciousness of that immortality hangs around us as a thin ribbon of paper that barely touches our skin.

On which moment in our life changes this?

When begins that paper ribbon to become tighter around us, 
till it finally strangles us?

Whereby do you get to feel that inexorable press,
that lets us know that it will never be less again?”

– Night Train To Lisbon

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