Constantly moving internally—
memories flashing rapidly.
What happened five minutes ago becomes blurry,
but the events of 1960 are vivid and magnificent.
If only we could change places, things would become clear.
Instead of struggling for the words, they would spit out of your
mouth like a rocket launching into space.
Instead of walking through life in silence, you would hear
babies cooing, street performers singing, and guitars on the corners.
Instead of losing your once endless appetite,
you would eat French cuisine and pasta with pleasure.
If only we could change places, you could be young again.
Until then, I embrace your stories and memories of the past,
and I know you will create history tomorrow.
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