A man once told me
That it was important never to forget
Because the ghosts of our past
Know every line of our history

And when we feel lonely
There is nothing more comforting
Than a truly happy memory
Which we have kept alive in a corner of our mind

Having said this, these memories
Are not always the best companions
Constantly, living with regret
Or remorse can plunge anyone

Into a state of deep and impenetrable sadness
Observing the world growing up
Without aging along with it
Teaches nothing to a child
Who wants to learn how to live

What is the point in keeping hatred
And anger bottled up inside
Instead of simply wiping it out
Along with its dark memory?

You are surely aware that the past
Is a fragile creature
Which must be tamed cautiously
Because even if keeping it close
Can be comforting to those in doubt
The past and its ghosts can weaken
Those who are already anguished

So even if it's true that we shouldn't forget
More than one man has gone mad
Through remembering too much
Accumulating too many useless memories
Inside oneself without sorting them out

Can lead a man into a Labyrinth
From which there is no escape route
So those of you who are listening, listen well
Because maybe your ghosts
Know each other and are one and the same