Yet I feel as if my mind wasn't buried away, as the claiming voices of the past surround what is left of it. Yet it seems that the ineffable music that once resounded inside my heart wasn't gone forever. Yet I hear the cry of my soul telling me once in a while that there's an exit from this forsaken grave. However night falls over and over and I still wonder if I will be able to be free again. As I moved inside this dark hole I frequently asked myself how did I end here. I figured out that this is the best way things had to be, for at least one of us is still...breathing. Should I like it, shouldn't I, not even the sky cares anymore. Nor do I. But I remember a day when the wind took me to your arms. I remind myself of the day when the sea secretly told us we belonged to each other. I can't forget the whitest clouds hiding a millenial love under the darkest of the nights. And then, feeling the whirling dance of both moon and sun...I smile...because there is one of us who can still see those things that made life so wonderful.
May I continue singing
Each night in my grave
and unleashing suffering
no more.
Because even if it's late
to dream on endless horizons
as long as you live
my soul lives on you
for this rose I hold
each night on my hand
knows that in many lives
you have been on my side
wiishg you could see
that I hope for a chance
to live, to dream, to dance
together as we did...
Thus someday I would feel
your warm breath close to me.
