After grating between two fingers
You may turn over from one to another
I am not in pain at all nor am I here
To tell you the meaning of meaning
I hold in-between two lines
Nor do I give you advices to re-open
Or to close the chapters, it is up to you
As I am not only for ideas arranged
In alphabetical order by the names
Of topics or authors and kept in libraries
I am more than those: a living symbol
Of your weakness in hearing, a sign
Of your forgetfulness: a burning example
Of incapacity of your memory and speech
Before misbehaving with me remember this.