Guillaume Apollinaire
Ever
Ever
Farther we’ll go, never further
And planet to planet
Nebula to nebula
The don Juan of a thousand-three comets
Is looking for new stimuli
Even down here on earth
Oh he takes his ghosts
seriously
And so many universes lost in oblivion
Tell me, who are the great amnesiacs
Who will be able to dissolve
The memory of this or that somewhere, where is
The Columbus we’ll honour
For the forgetting of a continent
To lose
To really lose
So we can find again
To lose
Our life so we can
win it.
Translated by Cristina Viti
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