I try to mortify the feelings 

To destroy the memories 

But something remains 

It ties me to the past



The past I lived

Made me enjoy itself

I loved and hated

Lived and soared like a proud bird

Which had its sky and freedom.



I ruled like lion

Conquered and subdued

I fondled and caressed



And only carrion-crows and mean hyenas

Asked for my blood and sufferings.

The passion came to me, and insult

Love and fury

It was my past in which

I couldn't understand

Who was a friend or enemy

And what was tenderness and passion

Of gamble and revenge

But something... it remains!