History

Fotografia de Janko Ferlič

 

Our life stories are scary and droll,

Like masks children wear on Halloween

As they go from door to door

Holding the little ones by the hand

In some neighborhood long torn down,

Where people ate their dinners

In angry silence or quarreling loudly,

When there was a knock on the door,

A soft knock a shy boy makes

Dressed in a costume his mother made.

What’s this you’re wearing, kid?

And where did you get that mask?

That made everyone laugh here

While you stood staring at us,

As if you knew already we were history.

Charles Simic