It is not a question of isolating oneself
from the world but of simply
letting oneself drift
over the wave,
in time and thoughts, and why not the past,
all the stories will gladly let
themselves be revisited
It is not a question of isolating oneself
from the world but of simply
letting oneself drift
over the wave,
in time and thoughts, and why not the past,
all the stories will gladly let
themselves be revisited

The beginning of the end
since the beginning of the day.
The end of the beginning
everything that no longer exists
a trembling beauty
frozen in the puddles