In the hand is a trembling pulse
that weaved a tempest in the tides of blood
and through the piercing rhythm of the heart, yet tired of beating
my inner storm was unleashed
remaining invisible to others
as a silent wind that precedes death.

What do the others know? Those who assume calm for silence?
What do they know? those who have never dared to look behind the mirror?

Those who never turn to look upon themselves
those who never found what is not sought
those who have never delved among the wreckage
of what was thought to be known...

When the crime belongs to everyone
no culprit can be blamed

The deceitful mirror feigning to be full
Eternally condemned to show things that never were
It shows me standing in the shadows of an empty room
As the enigmatic waste
In which the red pupils, once in flames,
nowadays find shelter drowned in a useless cry

In the presence of an irrecoverable absence
That writes on the wounds of a body
suturing with the needle and thread of words
the pain that inflicts the cruelty of the other
Who trembles before the existence of the emptiness

when death gets bored of playing with me
all the mirrors will melt
And I will take my steps into the void
But will I get rid of you?
Or falling into darkness will we become one
weaving in a macabre dance the thread of an invisible cloth?

Like a farewell letter my eyes look one last time
to the world consumed in flames
in a fire that cannot touch me
I am indifferent to it,
I have become used to burning

Now the dagger slowly makes its way through the flesh
setting loose the imprisoned blood

When the crime belongs to everyone
no culprit can be blamed

And the dark night swallowed me
in its eternal memory
of the things that were
and those that will be.

How can we know how long we have been swimming
in a dream that has been regurgitating us since the beginning of time?

How long have we been part of this eternal gloomy night?
How long have we been shipwrecked in a life
that the swaying of the waves turned into a nightmare?

This endless ocean which
we can't get out of.

The useless attempt to reach the shore
without knowing
we are destined
to lose ourselves in the darkness.
It drags us to the depths
to once again dissolve us into an impersonal shadow
feeding on our hopes.
An eternal monster devouring our souls
and we are nothing but prey wondering about reasons and causes.

Looking up at the sky I wonder
if I can understand it.
Perhaps the answer is whispered in the wind
like an almost infinite word being said
but it is so long and our life only hears a fragment, thus, unfinished,
we will never be able to understand

I saw him slowly fading out
For years he visited me in dreams
Dreams that my memory struggled to erase.
Retired into the peace that oblivion confers
looking to evade its memory,
that follows me like a dark litany

Even with the hastened step of the years,
each day has lasted an eternity
deceiving us in its succession.
We are nothing but prisoners,
of an infinite trap that we strive to name

It doesn't matter anymore
Soon we will be gone
There is no rush.

Closing my eyes, I wake up
and passing through that fog that clouds reason
I find myself in the other, of whom I only know
the small pieces that I recognize in myself

In that escaping dance
like an endless cycle
Who escapes and who pursues?
Condemned to never find one another

Maybe it's the eternal night
that connects us in its emptiness
finding in us
its expression of pain

But the light refuses the stares
and the awakening fades into regrets

Do you really think your suffering matters to the universe?
Look at the sky and tell me if a star has ever wept for you

It doesn't matter anymore
Soon we will be gone
There is no rush.

How is one to know if those dreams
were nothing but the awakening
of the other who dreams of me?

Who knows if I'm not the other
who begs for death

… And I will become one with all,
and I will become no one
Maybe I have been the other
perhaps, I am no more.

The light curtain fell over me
and no one will hear the muffled screams
That sound will remain inside of me
like an echo that tears me apart

The last page has been written a long time ago
Unaware of it
my time has ceased forever
I have already taken my last steps on this ground
That no one will remember

Pain let me go, let go of my hand,
let me go once and for all

Ashes of memories, memories of ashes
all in vain, wiped away
eternally erased

How much longer will this take,
shattering me into pieces
the one who wants to leave
and the one who lies here dying

I will enter that ancient world
forbidden to the living
While my body keeps fighting
futilely trying to hold me back

Pain let me go, let go of my hand,
let me go once and for all
Let me become that slow weary wind
that carves the stone

ties to life torn to shreds
fading as the shadows on a sunset
absorbed by the eternal cloud of darkness

the extinguished torches do not light the way

Pain let me go, let go of my hand,
let me go once and for all
swallowing me into oblivion forever
Let me become that slow weary wind
that carves the stone