It so happens that I'm tired of being a man... What hope can be kept alive, what pure premonition, what irrevocable kiss sunk in our hearts, acknowledging the roots of need - and the intelligence, self-confident and smooth on always muddied waters.

I forgot
a love, an umbrella 
and
whatever else.
I've lived thinking
about
this ...
or about an object
or about an object without
any destiny...
I want to see
whether I can find
what I lost,
what perhaps is
waiting for me still...