When everything becomes yesterday.
This today, and that tomorrow.
When I recall where I have been,
and when all that becomes yesterday.
And when tomorrow becomes today.
What then?
Where to?
How many tomorrows are left?
How many yesterdays?
When my Me becomes yesterday and becomes Me today.
Will I care how many tomorrows I’ll have?
Maybe in the hope that there will be another tomorrow, some ~Now ~ interrupt me.
17 aprile 2024
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