(15-03-2012 ---- 12-12-2024)

December drums echo deeply in my ears.

My soul is a frozen, silent lake.

Castles are in ruins, all kings disappeared, birds are gone.

You are gone,

without a sigh, without a sound, without a rose.

Here, in my arms, you will not be today and you will not be

tomorrow.

Last time, you looked just like a small shining lamp at sunset,

pale and absent,

not seeing me through those blind and pure eyes of you.

Now,

I have started forgetting the oceans, the trees,

this wild garden, the white roads of the moon, the sun and my

secret seas,

but not the sorrows around me.

The rain and the shadows,

the scary things of a God who gives life and steals life because

that is the mission of gods,

the cruel and black axe upon our heads, inside our hearts,

the silver knife on the table, the wine, the bread,

everything exists against me.

So the world keeps on turning and you stay there, somewhere,

cold and distant, so far, so faraway,

and I can not move my fingers across the wrinkles of my face

and dry the tears,

today, tomorrow, maybe always, until I die,

calling you by name, singing a last sad song, dreaming of the

empty skies after you.