I feel that to write I cannot go on For now, my time, I do not know I could be gone Or I could be home A speech of such loss Of words, of lust It is lost, absent for good A paperweight on your coffee table The letters on my wall I feel that to speak I cannot, to you, anymore Many more years from now Has no meaning at all For the moment, in my room There are no more thoughts For the day, it is over, The evening will forever be