A room
I´m here again
Did I ever leave or just pretend?
I have memories, but I confuse them with illusions
Illusions tend to confess the feelings without words
And like purgatory this has no end.
Sometimes this room lights up
The blue curtains shine and become transparent to my sight
The sun is pure and so kills your fantasies
But it´s outside and I´m inside the room.
I know I brought myself here, a paradox of fate
As a wight, I ´ll feel eternal desolation
As a widower, with my unburied love, we´ve never got married
As in chess, I revealed my secrets and some dreams.
This room became lugubrious, filled with past moments
An incongruity of this shiny world
My mind feels the void´s weight
My heart without beating farewells the apocryphal of love
My beating heart farewells the apocryphal fantasy.
I never had faith or hope, just a second
And I still lost it all a second later.
The story´s door closes
The curtains stop moving at the wind´s whim
The indifferent fate narrows my words
I don´t want to shout the soft whisper
Silence was never pronounced.
Fear and desolation are my twin shadows to a past and to no future
An unknown voice twists my mind, calling me from outside
The night has arrived.
My hands tremble by the cold glass in the window
Everything is loneliness again
My hands tremble by the cold glass in the window
Every moment is deciduous.
