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.