“We are unable to relive duration that has been destroyed. We only can think of it, in the line of an abstract time that is deprived of all thickness.” Gaston Bachelard (1958).
All human beings
by nature
are poetic.
When I am old and
you are gone
far away,
I will think of you
in the fictions
of my memories,
I will return
and from afar
you will wait for me
forever.
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