As I never saw her face I called out to her among the dead, but like the others buried there she does not know, or hear, or answer, and therer she stays, alone, without her son, shy and elusive among the shadows...

I forgot
a love,
an umbrella and
whatever else.

I've lived thinking
about 
this love
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...