The
translation of 'Le moment' was done meticulous, unfortunately the text lost its
poetic sense but not it’s meaning.
http://roadtonow-here.blogspot.nl/2014/08/le-moment.htmlThere is that moment
that
instant
that nails
a life.
It only
takes a breath
even if in
memories
it seems to
be an eternity.
It is only
passing by but
leaves with
traces .
At the same
time it embeds
in memory
as if it
was born
there.
There was
that moment.
It happened
to me one day
not that
long ago.
It changed
everything
and then it
disappeared
out of
view.
I suddenly
followed
a different
direction.
I took an
unexpected pulse.
It changed
my walking,
my way of
breathing.
It's almost
to believe
that before
I did not
really
existed.
And now
I wonder, I
ask you
why did
this happen (to me)?
Why
where you
there
at that
place, at that time?
and then
immediately
left me?
We are
born, we die
it happens
at some moment
as the one
I’m describing here.
There is a
wound,
a scar
somewhere
on my body in
my memory,
that of a
moment.
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