In two hours in the train
I go over the film of my life
two minutes per year on average
half an hour for my childhood
another for prison
Love, books, wandering
share the rest
The hand of my partner
melts little by little into mine
and her head on my shoulder
is as light as a dove
On arrival
I will be in my fifties
and I will have left nearly an hour
to live
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