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