Where will
those images go
brought back to the memory
by an old movie
like a Lilliputian
among the Giants
roll in the colors
of a painter’s palette
deserted among cobwebs
on a travelling case
phantoms move
snow-white curtains
in the absence of wind
a dream in black and white
comes back to life in multicolor sequences
at first the sound was far
then closer and closer
while another day
falls into oblivion
today
surrounded by so much confusion
I heard
everywhere around me
that presence
necessary like air
that nourishes my breath
which I naively define
as the unfailing presence
of my love
