The past is a world
Where I did not live.
In this crazy round,
I just survived.
The past is a shade
Spreading over my life,
As a dark cloud,
A space of forgetting.
The past is so far,
The past is so near,
It hurts me much less
When I leave the quay.
The past does not exist any more
But remembers me,
The past retains me
Through my feelings.
When the past runs away,
I walk on its footsteps
And the past buries me,
And the past erases me.
Enclosed in this bubble
I isolate myself from him
And look, unbelieving,
The universe which blooms.
