In the distance someone is singing.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
I am made of earth, and my song made of words.
Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.