Slowly I'm falling into the abyss of silence,
into a dark tunnel I turn, finding a quiet voice.
sound very quiet, as quiet as an owl,
its sound waves are dispersed, leaving the empty place.
A place where there is no light, in which only by inertia,
you can walk, go on silence looking for the exit,
He is trying to get out of his prison.
In the silence I wonder if you still love me,
if the gift I gave you, still preserves.
At night and looking at the sky, I ask the moon for you,
and I ask you how are you, the moon to know that you walked away from me.
While he answered me, you already have another love,
then impregnated see your portrait on the moon,
and that love you so much you had, and never again.
colder than snow and icy silence,
colder than ice covering the poles.
It is so strong and frozen, neither the sun nor nothing can take away the feeling,
seems to be immortal, cold is burning me,
and my body does not feel, my heart is not beating as,
and I do not think this cold silence endures more.
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