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Façade by Eliza Segiet

Yesterday
she met
with the past.

She was hoping
that she was gone into oblivion.
Now she knows that she will not be silent.
Those days still entice.

On a short, one-way
—like life—street
she wanted to see an old house
with a wall that was marked
by her love.

Someone was renovating the façade.
He painted over the signs
and shouted from above:

do not worry, it’ll be fine!

The same words she has heard before,
but
this voice sounded different:

do not worry, it’ll be fine.

On the wall
of a townhouse without a future
there was no more sign of time.

On a short, one-way
—like life—street
one can paint over words,

but there is no paint
for erasing memory.

Translated by Artur Komoter

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