Answers will be not forgotten

I wanted to write down all our stories
                from which pain flows constantly
the stories of my memory
    that tries its best to forget and live happily
 
so that it doesn't keep sending you
                that sadness and grief
so that she does not send longing and desire
because what you send out will come back to you
                in the same form in our unity

I wanted to write down all the stories
because what you write, what you describe,then disappears
so the past can be forgotten forever
let the past live tenderly, gently treated
                in the matter of bodies
and care about the soul on its way home

those stories would be played in the theater
do you understand?
another hundred, two hundred, three hundred years from now
in reruns around the world
all our stories, which in the time spread around
                to all the centuries
would finally meet in one point, in the intersection of time
in a place where minutes and days don't matter
because time don't really exist
   in here
   in now
   inside us
in our united heart
as a renewed code
like rewritten all story endings
that won't come back, but that don't hurt

as at the reconciled outstretched hand of all the heroes
who played their roles honestly out of conviction

like a theater curtain that flies up to applause
and with the last visitor, with the last spectator
remains to hang silently
separating the past from the pure creativity of creation

like the silence in which I hear the echoes
                of all sentences and images

like the difference between stage and auditorium
          with a thin line of its own truth in the middle
that footpath
       that for first one only we tread in the tall grass

like the lightest silence that only copies the beating
     of two joined hearts, the warmth of two joined palms

in this way
I wanted to write down all the stories
so that I don't forget the answers
when the world will ask
what is love

so that all my answers
so that you will be not forgotten
when I will ask
what is love