Memories - Poetry

And when I close my eyes
I found myself wandering through dark and silent corridors,
from time to time I saw flashes of images and passages of memories,
some were their own,
others maybe borrowed.
They were so fleeting that you could not see their contents,
but still he understood what they meant ...
At that moment I felt the tears fall down my cheek,
a feeling of stranger invaded my being.
I could not know if it was happiness or sadness ...