Do you remember me?
I remember you
Someone was used to call me his guardian angel
But I've lost him
And now I'm certainly no angel
I'm made by clots of memories
I'm some forgotten, amiable remains
I'm the dust that you try to hide under the carpet
And how do you call a thing like this?
A ghost
Memories can sustain you
or infect your body and mind like a disease
I can be pleasant
I can be painful
If I go away
I will be back, always
I'm here because I'm searching for someone
I'm here because something in me don't want to forget
I (will) remember everything
I (will) remember everyone
Memories weigh, so don't complain
if I try to lean against you
Remembering it's my task
it's my talent
it's my curse
I want to look you all, in the eyes
I want to listen to your breathings, to your heartbeats
Because what is a memory, if not something dead
which wishes to be alive?
But don't be afraid
I will watch over you
in my special way.