This is how my oblivion arrives,
like a late spring…
like the satiety of a cold winter…

Beautiful though somber…

Little birds that crave the sun,
squirrels that protect themselves from noise…
Pains that are reborn
in the rain and from my boredom…

Oblivion, how much does this forgetfulness!

Secrets that cures faces,
news still without noise…

When will you notice,
that without me, some day,
it will not make sense anymore?

And there, and only there, you will you find…
wandering…
my painful oblivion…