The Stranger
ife keeps changing us even if we don't realize it, and one of the causes of that change is memory. Memory is a skilled tailor, a deft hand that dresses our memories as it pleases, cutting, pasting, erasing, adjusting... And all of that changes us; in reality, we are its white lies... But this song isn't about lies, it's about forgetting and about one single thing that survived... I hope you enjoy it; there's a lot of work in this.Stay well
Mora
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zn1EFSSxQY
Even without forgetting
I am forgetting you
there's no hand to tie your essence
to the tree where my time lives
and despite my desire
you only exist in my dreams
I try to bring back to my ears
your voice and all its nuances
but it has dissolved in limbo,
only one word has been saved
from the abyss of oblivion
nena nena nena
baby baby baby
Even without forgetting,
I am forgetting you
and when I look at your photos,
you seem like someone stranger
How brief our life is,
how short that journey together,
never enough to discover each other
nena nena nena
baby baby baby
Comments
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There are no truer words - How brief our life is / how short that journey together / never enough to discover each other
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I had an aunt and an uncle who suffered from dementia so I can relate to the song, the words and the emotions.
Memories are indeed no more than leaves in the wind tossed about within our mind.
A beautiful song Mora, handled with sensitivity and care.
Thank you,
Sid
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Howdy, Stranger!