I may have lost my memories, I grant you that
I might have lost my hair, I grant you also that
But I have not lost my human congenial defect
Of loving people for their giggles, sweet smiles
And tendency to crave for absurd sunsets
And romantic walks and murmured sweet nothings
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I may have lost my words and ability to lie
But that is all right because words mean nothing anymore
Now you can buy packaged thoughts that express the unexpressed
And lie without really lying and make you look eloquent
And make audiences swallow your thoughts
In long sessions of psychotherapy
Remember poets are dead and forgotten
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Languages are also dying slowly but surely
What do you need languages for after all?
You only need one, that of the conqueror
History is after all written by the conquerors
And after all even the one and only language
Is being curtailed in its phonetic length to SMS s
And more reductions and changes are on the way
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Lost memories, lost words, what the heck?
All you need is telegraphic lexicon
Like all the machines that surround us today
And will inexorably rule us tomorrow
Do they need memories?
Maybe not?
Do we need memories?
Definitely not?
Memories are excuses used by the weak
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Memories are a thing of the past, they are dying
Long live artificial intelligence and artificial memories
Human memories breed nostalgia and more nostalgia
And blues and despair and sadness and poets
Do not blame me my friend for lost memories
Like memories, I am a thing of the past
I am lost in sweet nostalgia, romantic blues
Endless sunsets and absurd walks in long paths
Photo by Yassine Abouyaala