No speech, no word,
that the inexpressible absence ...
mixes with boredom
the unbearable languor,
the funeral of my heart.
A poorly suffocated suffering
and the shadow of the culprit,
no crowds, no bursts,
jolts of my crying
to the funeral of my heart.
And the pit of my happiness
smiles at me sinisterly,
that I fall there forever ...