the pond is gone
and the mango tree too
the place has changed
the painting faded
i do not see a white duck
a boy does not have a ball
to play with and this girl
does not like dolls
you stop for a while then
start the engine of your car
off you go there is nothing
worth coming back here
anymore in the same way
you admire forgetting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes we really need to forget in order to move on....