Forgetfulness

How long it is when the thought took leave,

Don’t remember since when this audacious tongue

Is voiceless,

Longing for words and speech,

How long it is that the keen eye has no fondness

For the fun,

Don’t remember how long the ears are deaf,

Not listening a song or the groan,

How long I had forgotten about the lips and cheeks,

How long it is that the lock is the keeper of every

Door of pleasure,

How long it is that the ship of every dream is caught

in the whirl,

Since when the skirt of life is rosy and glowing,

How long it is that the wise have forgotten

The manners of madness.

Truly speaking, since that time I don’t remember anything.

Returned shocked and disturbed from the

Celebration of civilization,

With the pangs of life pressed to the bosom,

The crazy brokenheart is living with a life on fire.