And after believing so much

And after believing so much,
you will be plagued with doubts.
The philosopher was right:
the very fact of doubting
presupposes certainty.

Your eyes have not tired
nor do words hinder you.
Who could guess
what love you will die of
if you never let yourself look?

The huge jug of omissions
is fuller and fuller;
ill-fated is the country
which doesn't take up the great task
of fighting against oblivion.

Because you paid me so much attention
that stupid night,
when I felt worse than I've ever done
is when I felt better,
because you paid me so much attention.

Immersed in yourself,
the past still has not gone.
You haven't known what lips are
until you have wanted to kiss,
and you haven't found the lips.

And after believing so much...