Gray days and the light of my eyes arrive they go out, I don't have a place where to go, none to the one that to return. I look at myself to the mirror and I see in my eye that the life trembles me that I palpitate in silence, and that I don't have a place where I can return.

Where were you when I needed you? When you thought you are better than me when seeing me cry near your house after having taught you the best of me. Return my soul and allow me to go! I want to try fall not again, I want that the world speaks and that the other remain silent. I want that the sea takes me, I want that the wind mixes with him. While all slept I loved you, while all spoke, you saw you.

I only want that the forest speaks to me, to listen the sound of your breathing when you wake up.

And that the sea takes me very far, very far.

Of the piit is possible to leave. To attempt that the wind takes you it is more difficult. The wind does not usually listen. And if they ( or he or she) have pulled up you the soul. How are you living without soul?

I'm sad for you