I have memories that don\u2019t exist
\nbut persist in me.
\nRoads resembling France.
\nMountains with deep, green canyons
\nof snow.
\nEstates and houses.<\/p>\n
Perhaps everyone has visions that don\u2019t exist.
\nThey seem like places that search for us.
\nAn ambience that wants the juices
\nof love in us.
\nAnd we want them to be red
\nfor reasons mysterious.
\nA parched paper losing its shreds on a wall,
\nand you wonder who chose it,
\nwhy it appealed to them.<\/p>\n
Is it possible we live other lives
\nbefore this one?
\nThat its residues persist and occupy us.
\nOr that there are parallel worlds
\nthat live in us.
\nParallel times that belong to us,
\nsometimes touching,
\nand leaving a sorrow here,
\na love song there,
\na vision consummated and repeated
\nlike a shadow on the wall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have memories that don\u2019t exist but persist in me. Roads resembling France. Mountains with deep, green canyons of snow. Estates and houses. Perhaps everyone…<\/p>\n