Memory--
a candid chimera
with the eyes in the thousends of lenses,
why do you count my steps
that pass hastly and unsure?
Your presence
in my abyss of my thoughts
shades my happiness'aura;
your pale contour
is visible
in the morning tears,
in the night's obscurity.
My devilish and good memory,
I love and I hate you;
You make my human existence
like a leaf
in the wild wind.
No,
you cannot come back into my life
because your angels ails
guide yourself
in the other sphers of time.
You are far from me,
you are lost
in the mysteries of the past
but your ails shade
darkness my existence,
you help the pain to grow
in my soul and in my heart.