I try to mortify the feelings    To destroy the memories    But something remains    It ties me to the past      The past I lived   Made me enjoy itself   I loved and hated   Lived and soared like a proud bird   Which had its sky and freedom.      I ruled like lion   Conquered and subdued   I fondled and caressed      And only carrion-crows and mean hyenas   Asked for my blood and sufferings.   The passion came to me, and insult   Love and fury   It was my past in which   I couldn't understand   Who was a friend or enemy   And what was tenderness and passion   Of gamble and revenge   But something... it remains!