In a flash of mild lucidity I remember I've forgotten all the traces Traces that are mislaid in the deep of our own hearts Abandoned in a wharf of mutual infliction Between the tender lights, the rain is falling right here where I lie Under the cruelty of a slow silence, fading away Covering the blind encounter as embraces slay All is desert, filled with hollow I'm slowly going away Without conscience, I see myself Staring at you forever in this play Through myself, a turmoil of void Through my veins, runs splintered flesh With no clearness, I stare at you but cannot reach Without memory, remains the eternal dance of broken links Through myself, a labyrinth of madness Through my veins, runs sincere blood With no clearness, we observe the passion emptying itself Without memory, we're contemplating our lethargic love I equilibrate myself in the unseeable thread of distant sanity And touch in vain the perpetual void of wind Transmute the rational logics of time fractions Into an endless intermission of submerse memories I throw off the vanities before opaque eyes I observe my allegories spreading out Burns the static dance of thought