I’ve allowed to rest my ideas

I've allowed to rest my ideas in this shadow which draw night.

It's true! I don't know who I am or what I want!

in sweet chaos, heavy is the sun and the night of our lives

What silences were discover in the music of the time?

Your voice is no longer my voice, your kisses are no longer our kisses

I ended hating the illusion, the waiting which languishes,

I ended hating the sigh which turns into fever, which doesn't vibrate.

You who told me "see you later, I'll return in the night"

You didn't return!

To live without your caresses, is feel a chaos in my skin,

To live without your words, is fall in darkness.

... If this is "Love" then I don't want it, I don't want to love this pain of not having you.