What lingers in his distant memory is the knowledge of a spring that will not yet come for many years. The only self who knows that scent is the self who knows it not just yet. If his life is a chimera, for whom did he endure all these years?
For as long as I can remember,
بقدر ما تأخذني ذاكرتي
So lange ich denken kann,
Hasta donde puedo recordar,
Hasta donde puedo recordar,
Depuis tout petit,
Fin da quando riesco a ricordare,
Desde que eu me lembro,