One forgets the face
And the voice
The heart when its
Built up should not look
Too far into the
Grief of departure
When it doesn't go
Well let it be and
It's quite good
The one one adored
Whom one
With time
With time goes
Everything goes
Looked for in the rain.
That one guessed at
The blink of an eye
Between the words,
Between the lines
And under the makeup
Of an oath made up that
Goes to make its night
With time everything
Becomes dim
With time, with time
Goes everything there goes
Even the excellent
Memories have an ugly face
I search the crowd in
The lumination of
Death on Saturday night,
When tenderness goes
By itself.
The other in whom one
Believed
With time
With time goes
Everything
For a cold for a
Nothing the other to
Whom one gave hot air
And jewels
For whom one would
Have sold his soul
For small change in
Front of
Whom one would have
Hung around like dogs
Hang around
With time goes all
Goes well
With time with time
Goes everything goes
One forgets the
Passion
One forgets the voice
That speaks to you
Softly,
Late "above all
Don't catch cold"
With time
The words of poor
People "don't come
Home too late
One feels pallid
Like an exhausted horse
One feels ice in an
Occasional bed one
Feels alone and
Beaten by
The lost years but
It's an easy task
Because truly with time
We don't love more.