My watch has twelve hours,
\ntwelve ages,
\nin which twelve lives
\nlived in less than a day,
\nbut there is no memoir,
\nand the seconds fly so fast
\nonly time remembers me.
\nI have forgotten
\nall the infinite seconds
\nwhen the world flowered,
\ncreated oceans,
\nand rivers stopped
\nfor a brief moment of reflection.<\/p>\n
I think faster than a second,
\nso I have lived in places
\nthat breathe
\nas fast as lightning,
\nsing songs weightless and high,
\ntouch things
\nthat come and go
\nwithout the memory of a thought.
\nI have lived anciently
\nin a minute.
\nIn an hour<\/p>\n
I reached old age,
\nand in less than half a day
\nI will have fallen in love
\nand die,
\nuntil
\nI wake in the night
\nand ask,
\nwhere have I been?
\nWho are all these people I love?
\nAll these strange countries
\nI have seen?
\nAnd then,
\nI return to sleep,
\na child,
\nwondering where his mother is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My watch has twelve hours, twelve ages, in which twelve lives lived in less than a day, but there is no memoir, and the seconds…<\/p>\n