to the sound of a thunderstorm of silence
like a blade nailed to my core...
as if it were a Wall E of flesh and blood
I wander alone without even knowing how
in an ocean of storm without breeze...
a whirlpool of people feeds a hustle
anticipating the saddest time of year
twilight of a year of agony...
alone, without a single friend in the world,
I face a nemesis of parties full of ribbons and lights,
colors I did not live in an empty life...
families unite in a cod meal and lamprey of eggs,
sharing gifts and sonnets of songs of hope,
while in my corner I mourn for forgetting...
the merits of the mermaids remain
so that I join them in the abyss of Poseidon,
strange in a strange land...
I miss you and your honey eyes,
the fascination of your smile,
of the natural words that we have exchanged...
in the darkest of winter, hiding the symbols of other seasons,
in the depths of black coal and unjust,
I can not stop loving you...
I feel so alone, some no one to share with
pains and dreams, to believe in a
which should have been light and color...
on the longest Christmas night,
forgotten by mankind, on a cliff lament
a life that was not, without color... only pain...
with nothing to believe in, no goals or goals,
in a bitterness of sour lemon, dipped in a well
no light to illuminate a path without thorns...
I wanted so much to get to live, to cherish the dream of a day
be able to believe in mime give an opportunity
to a love so suffering and so pure...
I already died... I do not know why I'm stubborn to continue
among those who live in a world that does not belong
and to which I do not belong, without anyone shedding a tear for me...
The only spark that keeps me going.
is the brightness of the love I feel for you,
impossible to erode, without ever forgetting...
I feel so alone, stuck to the rocks like Prometheus,
while tears of amber glide across the cliffs
in a misty winter brook...
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