Past

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