Those paths were echos
every tiny instant from yesterday
and from world's yesterdays,
and from world's yesterdays,
the strong sword of the Danish and the moon from Persia,
the acts of the dead,
the shared love, words,
Emerson and the snow and so many other things.
Now I can forget. Reach to my center,
to my algebra and my key,
to mi mirror.
Soon I will know who I am.
the shared love, words,
Emerson and the snow and so many other things.
Now I can forget. Reach to my center,
to my algebra and my key,
to mi mirror.
Soon I will know who I am.
