Para todo hay un momento

Nos guste o no, para todo hay un tiempo en la vida. Hay momentos de rabia, de tristeza, de felicidad, de risa, de todo. Nos guste o no. Me recuerda esa canción de los años 60, (que descubrí gracias a esa maravillosa compilación que el Soundtrack de Forrest Gump), que decía...

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

(The Byrds, words adapted from the bible, book of ecclesiastes)