A thousand scenes, from the most ancient dramas,
paraded in the living room.
Memory turned to the source of forgetfulness.
- Stay forgetful!  - Don’t forget!

And it was raining cats and dogs…             
The torrent of water dashed on the asphalt.
Memory turned with a need to forget.
- Stay forgetful!  - Don’t forget!

The night was deepening, returning to something,
which was darkness before there was light.
I toss and torn in bed in two minds.
The sky is raining memory and oblivion.