As time goes by

For a long time I thought that absence was missing.


And I would cry, like a ignorant, the lack.


Today I don't regret.


There is no lack in the absence.


The absence is a state in me.


And I feel it, white, so attached, nested in my arms,


that I laugh, dance and invent joyful shouts,


because the assimilated absence,


no one can steal from me.



"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils." Hector Berlioz




Listening to Autumn Leaves - Miles Davis