Eight millimeters wide

Sixteen frames per second

And I go through

 

Time

Stretches on the reel

And seasons scrolling

On the silence of a kid

 

I try

To make the join on memories

On the things already done

Sometimes I make a freeze

 

On the film roll

On the sreen… One

Becomes again

One lives on the film roll

 

It seems alive

Like a trailer of a life

A happy end without a sound

Nevertheless I hear a song all around

 

Eight millimeters wide

Sixteen frames per second

And I go through