I doubt to offten the things I should know. I
have forgotten more than I will probbably
ever know. The countless faces, the places I
have known. Where do the visions at night
in my dreams go? Are all the traces of my
life and it’s meanings lost in some cosmic
light, or are my dreams the reality and my
life the lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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