Bubbles

The past is a world
Where I did not live.
In this crazy round,
I just survived.

The past is a shade
Spreading over my life,
As a dark cloud,
A space of forgetting.

The past is so far,
The past is so near,
It hurts me much less
When I leave the quay.

The past does not exist any more
But remembers me,
The past retains me
Through my feelings.

When the past runs away,
I walk on its footsteps
And the past buries me,
And the past erases me.

Enclosed in this bubble
I isolate myself from him
And look, unbelieving,
The universe which blooms.