Disappearing, always, I knew how to hide

Disappearing, always, I knew how to hide, Like the moon that hides at dawn, silent in the dusk. Layers of riddles and enigmas envelop me, Each word an oath I cannot fulfill naturally. Like a body forgotten by time, in the cold grave, I passed with time, leaving only shadows on the paths. Smoke from a quenched fire by the sea, carried by the fleeting breeze, Thus I scattered, with the wrinkles of time, into a horizon. Disappearing, I navigated on a ship of dreams, Swift, unpredictable, like the sea on the sand. I left roads and places leading nowhere, In a constant memory, of a being that is not me. Like a déjà vu in the night, disturbing your mind without connections, You will wonder about these four walls, if I ever existed, Or maybe I was just a story born in dreams, An echo of a thought, in a scattered mind. Disappearing, I always chose this path, When you come to me, knocking at the gate, The door will open by itself, at a gentle knock, Empty houses have doors without locks, in the night. A simple greeting will echo in thousands of farewells, For again I have no choice but to leave, to let go of everything. I found a new home, in an old hut, on the high hill. God knows that all these are not my will, In my heart of encrypted thoughts. And you, who wander in my fleeting memory, You will feel the melancholy, like a dream that fades. Disappearing, I was, I am, and I will be, An echo of the ephemeral, in a universe of memories.