The night is slowly falling
Behind the shadow cast trees
To hear the majestic owl´s mystic calling
Soul darkness is the only thing I see

Somewhere deep hidden in the woods
Is the invisible delicate love I once lost
Those wondrous days in the late childhood
Now I can only bear the feeling of the frost

Searching for the love under the wicked night
Which is like a treasure thrown into the sea
I know I cannot achieve to find it, I can only write
About that drastic dream and that perfect symphony.

You once were in my life.

The rigorous sublime waves
Bring ashore the lost memories
The emotions are yet in rage
When the heart demands
What the eye barely sees.

The blessed Sun is sinking into the sea
To recover again its surpassing charm
The wild thoughts in all those tainted schemes
Do not allow the sombre waves to calm.

I gather my memories all in one grasp
And place them behind the silver door
I would promise, that picture is the last
I must paint of you, the one that I adore.

The paradoxical thoughts
Which slip through my mind
Occasionally when I sit
Behind my table and look
At the words scribbled on the paper.
The words which do not
Make sense anymore
The words which drain my soul
The words which make me feel
Like I am a black hole
Amidst the gigantic universe.
These are the apothegem of Love
Which I wrote on the paper
Just to burn them again in the stove
And burn the memories of you
As if it was ever possible.

Sometimes it is hard
To understand a poet
The depth of his soul
To his heart.
The attempt to impel the thoughts
To take the form of the letters
Melting into words for lines
Which he can paint on the paper
And try to make sense
Of his smoldering feelings
Which are too complex
Even for his sophisticated nature
To make them intelligible.
Sometimes you have to decipher
The code of the hidden sensations
And liberate the poet to understand.

The contradiction
Inside your mind
Cannot form a sentence
From these tangled words.
You make up an idea
But then tear it apart
Where does it all start?
It is a conflict
Between you and your mind,
Now in daylight you struggle
To reache the core
Of the sweet compromise
And the peace of mind.

I can never wash away
The image of you
Nor the memory of you
But I can paint it on paper
And throw it into the sea,
So the water will wash it away
And carry it into the world
Of underwater, so Poseidon
Will keep the eye on you
And let you dance with Thetis.

I followed your path
Through the winter wind
I stepped so bravely
Even if anymore I could not find.
I searched for the hint,
I waited in the blizzard storm,
I just begged you to inform,
That maybe it was not as I thought.
Now those days I spend sitting
On the windowsill and follow
The only shadow outside
Which is the Shadow of You.