I left behind those thoughts,
but nowhere can I go
without the memory refreshed
in anything I own.

The smell, the spark, the gaze, the train,
the sitting hours and the hell
In everything, it remembers then
the days, the nights, the sparring time,
the wanted more, the left behind.

In everything, it remembers why
I cannot let you in my mind
without to tell you that, in time,
we’re leaving all this life behind.