The memory
I have memories, some are like an old photo, some are like a fuzzy clip, some are just a sound, but I have memories... It is always today, the present is always present and this terrible obviousness is barely bearable, even more so when you are full of nostalgia. Life is a magic wheel, so that's how we go, rolling and rolling like a stone in the ravine.
In my head there is a party of birds. That's why I always seem disoriented even though my face shows a certain sobriety, I walk around with birds inside my head all day and all night long. They are the ones that with their beaks are eating my memories and leaving me with nocturnal discomforts. I who have lived other lives without remembering them, who went through the windows whistling the breeze in a sordid field, I still have memory and I am surprised. Who were those specters that looked at me as a child? night owls perhaps? curious creatures that only exist for dogs and madmen?
In spite of everything I still have a memory, and I celebrate this miserable joy while I still can.
Imágenes de www.pexels.com, texto traducido en www.deepl.com y contenido original para Blurt.
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Images from www.pexels.com, translated text at www.deepl.com and original content for Blurt.
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