It is like an old film
that you keep watching on and on
reciting its dialogues
and imitating the long gone heroes
of your forgotten youth
people talk
they talk you into a distant past
where everything is sure
and calm and accepted
but you know that these pictures
are but the illusion of eternity
fixed like photographs
on glossy yellowish paper
a useless attempt
to pretend that memories
can have flesh and bones
for ever and ever
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
