
In the holey bubble of her memory,
words escape, moments return,
sometimes
pierce the frail wall of the past
that gave her a first name

In the holey bubble of her memory,
words escape, moments return,
sometimes
pierce the frail wall of the past
that gave her a first name

Dans la bulle trouée de sa mémoire
les mots s’échappent
les mots reviennent
parfois
percent les murs frêles
du passé qui lui donnait
un prénom

when I think of those who touched my story and disappeared in the archives of time without leaving any tangible traces, and me the same thing, when I think about it, I blink (or it looks like it))

Lorsque je pense à ceux-lå qui ont effleuré mon histoire puis ont disparu dans les archives du temps, sans laisser de traces tangibles, et moi la même chose, lorsque j’y pense, je cligne des yeux (on dirait).

other people's stories
in the lifeline that stretches when
closing one eye. Or the two of them trying
to tell me the path. Walked. Travelled. Used.
Out of breath.I must rest.