Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.
-D.H. Lawrence
OBLIVION
Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy
the linen and velvets of your bed
when our love passes to oblivion
Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy
your arms embracing me
formerly in the night
My boat parts, it's going somewhere
people get separated,
I'm forgetting, I'm forgetting
Later, at some other place in a mahogany bar
the violins playing again for us
our song, but I'm forgetting
Later, it splits off to a cheek to cheek
everything becomes blurred and
I'm forgetting, I'm forgetting
Brief, the times seem brief
the countdown of a night
when our love passes to oblivion
Brief, the times seem brief
your fingers running all over
my lifeline.
Without a glance
people are straying off
on a train platform,
I'm forgetting, I'm forgetting
-poem/lyrics by Astor Piazzolla & Angela Denia Tarenzi