There must have been a line
Cleared up of each important points you swear you won’t ever forget
That only faded away, fade away
There must have been some mysterious path
Purifying by its own advance all the cumbersome details
That follow the current of a blessed disintegration
A journey opened on a mysterious immobility
This is how this road I opened with my hands
Is anchored in my memory’s haven
I don’t want to keep it there
I’m not an enlightened civil engineer
I opened a winding dead-end
I don’t want to protect it against any unwelcome volatility
I want this impassable access
To fade away, fade away
This road I opened with my hands
I want it to be overrun by the weeds of a salubrious change
Looking at it, stuck in some impossible alteration
Makes me wonder
Where is it?
Where do I keep this fraction of memory
That no time seems able to convert properly?
This is a physical print and it stays vivid as if it was now
Because it is now
A never ending present
What part of me did I imprudently sacrifice
To sacrifice my memory along with it?
To sacrifice my memory along with it?
Being incapable of doing such a so simple thing as to
Forget?
November 2010
November 2010