Today is my birthday and celebrate with a poem by Alda Merini. The flowers are of course only for you ...
MY PAST often repeated softly
you must live
only remember when I stayed a few days.
What 's been
and' as if there had ever been.
past and 'a noose that tightens the throat
my mind and takes away my energy for this.
past and 'just smoke
of those who have not lived.
What I have already 'seen
has no more than' nothing.
The past and the future
not reality 'but only fleeting illusions.
time I have to get rid of
jackets and live on this' does not exist any more time
this wonderful moment.
Alda Merini
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