i ask the lips, why are you crying? 'I lost my colour, i lost my flame, i lost my longing'. The eye says: 'I lost the inward tenderness, fade the light around me' and the ear, 'i don't hear harmonies but lamentations and screams'. And the heart whispers: 'Finally the breeze will continiue to lightly caresses the night sky and the clouds will disolve. Pain itself will crack the rock and let the soul emerge'.