do not know this poet (and blissful ignorance they say ..)
I stumbled upon some of his poems here . We carry a
.
My past
subheading
often repeat that you must live
only remember when I stayed a few days.
What is past is
as if there had ever been.
The past is a noose that tightens the throat
my mind and takes away my energy for this.
The past is just smoke
of those who have not lived.
What I've seen
does not count anymore.
Past and future are not reality but only fleeting illusions. I have to get rid of
time and live in the present because there is no other time that this
wonderful moment.
often repeat that you must live
only remember when I stayed a few days.
What is past is
as if there had ever been.
The past is a noose that tightens the throat
my mind and takes away my energy for this.
The past is just smoke
of those who have not lived.
What I've seen
does not count anymore.
Past and future are not reality but only fleeting illusions. I have to get rid of
time and live in the present because there is no other time that this
wonderful moment.
Alda Marine
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