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A memory lives in me that sometimes awakens when I sleep.
With its jungle scent it envelops me, brings me the gurgling of the water from its sources.
A memory lives in me.
Your memory lives in me, it feeds on me, it is in me and encourages me on the fateful days when I don't walk.
From its rocks, from its hidden paths, from its cliffs on the thresholds of the world, a memory lives in me.
A vague rumor barely. Mist of any time that snows, that warms my numb being.
A vague rumor barely, in the winter so feared by some summers. A vague rumor barely,
mist of any time.
A memory lives in me, shines in the snouts of the beasts that quench their thirst next to my old thirst, in my dream of green ditches. A memory dwells in me.
Like standards that fly at your sight and are half moons deserted, snowy,
and in water hollows that reflect the passage of Moorish troops riding horses
that never cease and are timeless. Free against the morning's profile. Fierce, wild, and eternal.
That is my memory:
a vague rumor barely, mist of any time that freezes, that warms my numb being.
Rare pain barely in the hell so feared by some summers.
A vague rumor barely. Mist of any time.