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forget the past?


forget the past now that my eyes never

shall rest on the mystical objects that marked
adolescence?
maybe I will not fear
this
so unusual and uncertain future?
will only nostalgia, the nostalgia of being young
,
to be boys. In these summer evenings


fast time passes and no thought in mind
if the testimony of this
mere present;
wait ... I do not know what to expect
,
do not know how.

I'm dismissing everything that belonged to me and I regret

day so childish, puerile

the efforts of young arms.
Now everything is changed
no more games, no more jokes
;

the future is now behind a desk to become mature

and, unfortunately, always
older.