Suddenly the old tune comes back to me.
A faithful companion ,whose date of death
I have long forgotten...
It\'s a woman\'s voice knocking at the door
of my inspiration in this little bar where I\'ve
a date with elizabeth Montgomery...
\'\' Come close to me ,
and remember when life was nothing
but a path strawn with whims and follies ,
let revisit the dreams we had in our 20s ! \'\'
Sorry darling but I forgot the lyrics...
Harvests was still so far away and the mirror
of the seasons still hesitated to lay white
upon the furrows of the bare fields...
I have become a poet who writes
only to ward of spells ...
The war never came and I killed only
the hours that never die...
You see, the cradle remains empty
and the romance took a one-way trip
into limbo ...
In the end you come to find comfort
even in solitude .
I find myself humming that old tune again
that carries the gentle weariness of life ...
The fading voice whispers to me :
\'\' Let\'s laugh at the illusions of our 20 s ! \'\'
Maybe that\'s the kind of prophecy
we understand only before the big departure ...
Thank you my dear Elizabeth .
Never laugh at the old tune ...