Sitting at the desk you used for studying,
Sitting on the chair that meant pride and wisdom,
Sitting in silence, in grief.
For oneself, for freedom, grief of a hopeless mind.

The trip, so vivid, the colours,
I feel it, I'm trembling, pleasure induced by shameful vices,
So broken in unexplained  happiness,
The desk is covered, it's shameful, disgraceful...

The wind...
The wind, it fades away the voices,
Each promise, the hopes.
It fades...the time, the love, your kisses
In wind, the Sun is hiding the brightness of your soul.
It fades... the power of your words, the pain, the noises.
The noises of my mind when the time will fade us.

Sometimes I sit and write,
Poems about you and I,
About me and love, and love and sorrow
But in the mirror of my heart,
I realized they are all about me and I.

So silent, her despair,
The will to be seen , by whom she called her universe
Shallow and narrow, her soul
                                              and her body
Inked with the memory of thy heaven
But her skies turned grey, each time you looked away.

In the depth of my solitude,
I can hear the noise of your silence.
The bloom of your longing,
I hear the skies, their whisper,
                              telling me you're gone.
I can feel the touch of your skin,
So biblical, so tender, most painful memory.
I can hear your words in this chaos of my soul,
The sorrow will be gone,
But you, my darling, you will never know.