They crossed the silent and invisible passage
who for years stood before me;
my mask was cracked
and with a tear
was dispersed into thin
as sand blown by the wind.
At night, when all is quiet
and time passes slowly
to practically agnentarsi,
our spirits meet;
On a cold fog
a 'image familiar to them
whispered silent words
talking about me.
A single image that is silent
and drag them inside a maze
the center of which
there is a room ...
It belongs to me!
The silence and darkness enveloping them
to tighten them in a vise. Everything is silent
there is breath there is
beat
time has lost its substance
Everything stands still.
They crossed the silent and Ivis
passage that leads to Me
there where even I
barely able to get close.
Nothing timeless memories of that trip,
single image
has left his mark as
footprint imprinted in the sand;
But there is someone other than
All
that can not hear and understand
unspoken words.
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