That other life
She casts her shadow with interruptions  
And this is how it manifests itself
It goes by, it forms, and is extinguished
It grows on one side
It narrows and expands
Again, and again
In a replay  

As I observe her
I don't know if it's been a moment or a lifetime
Seeing only what glimmers
In a replay
So familiar and so distant

She passes in front of me for the first time,
Unknown and full of questions
But I look at her lying down
As if I've met her, as if I've gotten used to her and she doesn't impress me anymore

One shadow covers the other
But which is the oldest, the darkest?
Which is the one whose whole shape will fit

Which is the one to be formed entirely on the opposite wall

From where the blocked light comes through

From the keyhole