The immortal beauty of the fleeting

There are who, as an incarnation of nothing,
loses the will to live
when he discovers, although he already knew,
that sooner or later he will die.
But no, not everything is the same,
despite the menacing shadow
of death, and precisely because of it.
It's not that life is not worth it
because there is death,
is that life is worth it
because there is death.
The expiration of all existing
then colossal intensity
of what will not last forever,
the gigantic importance of the ephemeral,
the immortal beauty of the fleeting.