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.<\/p>\n
I have forgotten
\nall the infinite seconds
\nwhen the world flowered,
\ncreated oceans,
\nand rivers stopped
\nfor a brief moment of reflection.
\nI think faster than a second,
\nso I have lived in places
\nthat breathe as fast as lightning,
\nsing songs weightless and high,
\ntouch things
\nthat come and go
\nwithout the memory of a thought. <\/p>\n
I have lived anciently
\nin a minute.
\nIn an hour
\nI 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