martes, 12 de febrero de 2013

Time passes


From time to time a thread from a past
life emerges
A dove landing slowly
Reminder that I had been
                                               (other)
that I was
                                               (other)
To pick the thread
To restore
                                               (something)

from a backup,  sort of

Once in a while a memory
difuses into the consciousness
Self perception shifts
And become
                                               (other)
another
                                               (one)
Every now and then
A forgotten image lights up
                                               (again)
Just before dusk light is
perfect.