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?
What... was it?
ما... كان الأمر؟
Was... was es?
¿Qué... era?
¿Qué... era?
Qu’est-ce qui… m’échappe ?
Che cosa era?
O que será?