"Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other—-and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived"
Sandals are the youth of a shoe And the memory of its trek to the desert
I don’t know when the sandals will lose me Or when I will lose them, but they will be lost, Each in a different place: One not far from my home Among rocks and low bushes. And the other will drown in sand At the great sea, As the sinking sun Facing the sinking sun.