The sound echoes inside your mind, like a background to your thoughts,
Pulses and palpitations, never silent, never at rest. The ultimate machine
that keeps on going, trusted, efficient, and self paced.
One day like any other, taken randomly from the calendar, the machine will
fail, degradation will reach the point where it claims years of hard work
and perseverance.
As the machine fades, something remains and prevails,
it is the end result of the machine's intention, while its function was
to maintain life, its meaning was to love.
As the heart fails, the body dies, the love remains, and therefore the
memory carry us through the end of times.
-Franklin Peña-
