The guardian of my regrets lies in wait for me,
makes sure that I do not forget my torments,
presents to me in bursts the worst corners of my subconscious,
sips my tears aged, smokes the ashes of my memories;
I put so much effort into making them disappear.
Waking up will hasten the end of my painful dream.
The painful light will overcome any desire to stay strong.
He will follow me throughout the day at a reasonable distance,
will let me taste the illusion of happiness.