Like a river that gets lost in time.

 In deep chaos, truth is blurred,

Like a river that gets lost in time.

In the arms of loneliness, I seek hope,

A flash of light that will overcome the darkness.

The tears in my eyes like a river flow,

Holding inside me the unbending pain.

But in the uncertain night, my soul is impatient,

For an aura of hope that will lift me up.

In the storm, I look for the light,

My grief to transform, to rise from the chaos.

With every breath, with every step forward,

Depression transforms, hope blossoms.

In the lap of time, the wound opens and heals,

And my soul, little by little, returns to the light.

And though depression is part of my path,

The power in me will bring victory, even if it rains.

From love the tear.

 Everything about you is nirvana.

Live fully

of the primeval now.

Everything shakes

this offer

which you do silently

in the eternal.

The body

it washes over you

in the watchful void

of here without shadow, without trace,

without origin.

A bird sings the name

smiling at you as well

vanishes into thin air.

(No more

names.)

From all the light it opens

the complete love.

It overflows, it moves

the sound of this formless

and tangible air

to everything.

So he tastes the silence

and the air. It tastes like air

, the air!

From love the tear

it rains kindly

and truly. Warm

like the wind

that blows in the spring.

This light rains from love

that touches the heart

of tradition.

It's raining love

of first light.

It's raining, it's raining

all the light.

He lives, he lives, in a rest

splendor the now that always remains, that is always visible,

Τhe light of other autumns.

 When the time comes,

forget the names

us and play with the rain,

the light of other autumns.

When

our body no longer hurts, fears or is absent

.

When life no longer seeks us with the hands of mother or enemy,

lover who filled them

mornings

with wind and pain

.

When the lips of oblivion remember us, then you and me

we will be

in other lovers' kisses,

on the beach where we forget

the bodies

us or under him

short sun

that looks at other winters.

We will live in the light

which is in shadow or white

trails painted by airplanes

or we will be the sound signal

of trains moving away.

Now I'm speechless to patch up time.

 And I am speechless when the night falls

and the day is gone, when I appear alone

between people

and when i dream

that I am born in a verse

which mixes with the air

and

I confuse him

with the desire to live.

Now I'm speechless to patch up time, laugh, sing, drink in big gulps

whatever is left in the glass

with kisses, whatever touches me or whatever I want,

that

I dreamed that it looked like a sea.

Now I'm speechless

now I live alone and cold

like the hands of oblivion

which are already starting

to look like my hands.

I touch the untouched face of memories.

 And yet it changes the direction of the winds.

Hands roam around gestures.

The smoothness of the hours follows the course of time.

An omission at the junction of the roads

No return burns beneath your feet.

They are incredible places where you can reach without a guide,

just by the casualness of everything, just by the smell,

only from the plates with rounded edges.

An iron noose comes to anchor the marks on the chest

that awaken the passage of time,

registered with clocks without hands,

to sweat out old habits,

Like a trap or a knife puller

Breaking the days so short.

With my hands full of nods,

I touch the untouched face of memories.

And I write. I am writing the composition of familiar silences

so that my different voice is not trivialized.

Even if the sparks go out

 My mismatch is the ripe

your gaze That wanders with a caress

Your utopia for a future

Even if the sparks go out

The shelter we have now become

And the memories your scent brings

The sparkle that lies with your green eyes

In which I have so often digressed

Because it seems to reveal who I am

You even decipher the lyrics I didn't write for you

And for a part of the time I will

In the reunion of the first moment I saw you

Our destiny, the seed in the earth

 Our destiny, the seed in the earth

Ready for your change, slowly taking root

It is still free to breathe

And when you look around, so much war

And inside you the craziest daydreams

They sip their coffee calmly and sigh

I once rode the cloudy road

Autumn is over, the insistent rhythm of rain

Another error to download in the memory window

I watered down my doubt as the surrounding land sank

Another insomnia, my face as roots curve

And without foreseeing the destination, I plant every illusory expectation