Should it at last be finally given to clear the farthest points
Those that mark the space of their little brown streak
As a never completed task, forgetfulness
Never completed, erasing, erasing
Should be removed from the perspectives of time
The essential murmurs
Those that had surrounded with their determination
The appalling strength of my attachment
Each day traces its recall
For a grant I do not know the sum of
Mercilessly the  memory ratifies the pledge
I sacrifice the oblivion on the altar of hours
Regret of a hardly drawn life
Of a very vague agreement
A slip in the imperfect to quench
The overture is indefinite, I know, I close my eyes on the impossible

February 2016