time passage

by walterdoege

time is close to life…I don’t know what is time…I don’t know what is life…if I see the clock I see time passing…the equal hours…if I see will and future…tomorrow….tomorrow is a possibility, an invention…yeah, optimism, confidence…when the friends night is over…some friendship remains…loving is the palimpsesto in these recent writings…palimpsesto is the text I want to write but I never can…under this writing a palimpsesto…this never written text under this text…the letter that never reach the correspondent…time passes…places passes…something remains…never the same illusion…never the same fiction…the non fiction I don’t care…even in metamorphosis something re,ains the same…perhaps hope…I guess