I feel the line
an unseen connection
it pulls me closer
   into the unknown
There is an emptiness
   in which the line gets wound
      the closer I get
         the fuller I become
If I step back
   away from you
      I unravel
         the hole grows
Someday I will find you
   and you will never leave my side
      the longing hole in me
         will be gone
            all wound up

I'm always surrounded
by any people
who never wanted to be happy
in their own destiny.

It boils in me
the will of the traveler
of wanting to leave
every moment

I've never been in other place,
except those in which I needed to be
– just for necessity... nothing else.

To Montreal I've never traveled,
but it must be better than here.
And maybe any place is that:
a refuge to the excess of monotony.

Nor the greatest of prophets
would be as insane as me.
Nor the greatest of poets
would tell who I'm like Romeu.

From the mouth, it jumps verses
which carefully invade your soul,
while time follows calm
with the scattered poems.

Cecilia, through your feeling
I could find some solution
for all my suffering.

But I get sad with a memory
– that in which I was thrown to the wind...
So, the way is having no heart.

The rebellion has gone too far;
it has hurt us cruelly
without truthful reasons.
Oh where are you, Cecilia?

Just wake up, just silence
while we run away,
because finally it's our chance.
Oh where are you, Cecilia?

When everything's ruining
we have to start over
... existing.

When everything's changing
we have to start over
... waking up.

I / Passion

I never met someone
who I could fall in love with
– abandoned, it was what I said,
trying to fool the *****.

Crazy is the foreigner's heart
who I allow myself to fall in love with,
even if I've already been born
with dead heart
– peaceful, it was what she said,
trying not to delude me.

Hollow is the lady's heart
who pretended to love without being loving
– convinced, it was what I said,
trying to forget her.

I never met you sentimentally,
because in life, we have to go and find
the best of each day
which fills empty of our hearts,
otherwise, we will die unhappy
– charmed, it was what she said.

II / Consideration

I died with
what people appreciate a lot,
and gradually I realize how
irrelevant my despair was.

Gratitude is maybe what I must feel...
although there's a bigger feeling.

III / Promise*

I'll walk through lonely streets,
trying to forget what I felt
while I expect infinity of my heart
finish and change to better.