Finnes det noe tristere i verden enn et stillestående tog i regnet ? --- Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia ?

ODE TO THE  -  PAST...
Today in my own conversation with my selves,
the past cropped up,
my past.
?
incidents
indulged,
vacuous
episodes,
spoiled flour,
dust.
You crouch down,
gently
sink
into yourself,
you smile,
congratulate yourself,
but
when it's a matter
of someone else, some friend, some enemy,
then
you are merciless, you frown:
What a terrible life he/we had !
That woman, what a life
she led !
You hold
your nose,
visibly you disapprove of past
other than your own.
Looking back, we view our worse days
with nostalgia,
cautiously we open the coffer and run
up the ensign of our feats to be admired.
Let's forget the rest.
Just a bad memory.
Listen and learn.