19 de abril de 2015

Between two lifes,
throughout life,
during life,
an odd moment arrives
when you learn to part
from what you've seen before
because it no longer exists for you.
Because you need to forget.
The moment of parting
is a moment of death.
Parting comes like a winter night
in a scorching summer.
It undoubtedly
towers over
the gray banality
like a dead distant cousin,
or something like that.
Parting is unusual
it has a certain charm
and it has
a touch of pride.

Nadav Lapid