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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.
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