Shadows from the past

From the depths of my mind

Spasmodic vibrations come into light.

The essence of the buried past uncovers its claw

To arouse once again the monotonous flow of the present.

Time crumbles under the intensity of the moment.

Thought sweeps the substance absent of meaning

Sculpting images that were lost, or conquered by transition.

All is full of the adored melancholy

That penetrates from time to time the darkness of eternity,

Refusing its destiny, its callousness.

A sweet revenge of the memory against the listless continuity

Extends its vertebra to enchant the soul.

A consuming fire raises the sense into another dimension;

The perception astoundingly dilates, while the rhythm of life flows into a wild eddy.

The exctinction of reason and the passionate plunging celebrate for a moment

The pain or the joy, the hope or the desillusion, of that magical instant that has died.

For all that, the skeleton of the memory has kept its aroma,

Despite the thick layer of eternity that covered it.

What is lost is that present has turned into past.

The continuum has broken into multiple segments of time,

Each of them, with its own sacred place in the orbit of existence.

From time to time we call for a sweet kiss of life

And we return to what has brighten up our survival.

Then, all fills with a mystic sentimental glow

Whose flame, full of verve, breaks the monotonous patterns of the present.