Marcel Van Maele II

Another translation for Carine, his dear companion and Lucienne his good friend and all who miss Marcel and his irreverence and rowdiness:

Times

1.

Strolling through the past I remember

remembering. So this image stands

even when years have gone. What time it is

I don’t know, something between coming and going,

between day and night

midnight for instance.

Space has no plural and time

no number and yes it is good

to know the more the better

to forget.

Summoned to gather

those coming and those going

now too early, then too late,

here all trains stand at the gate.