And all my existence in vain This one is the half-light in which you have died, from the abyss you constructed the everlasting penury
You that always… you were regretting about read credit agonizing of the maple on the deprived fog Close to this rotten oak the temple is watched to the suffering
The moribund lines fall apart in your hands on water the ancient shade is reflected and in the depth of the forest the existence hides itself
On the dawn the hills of the suffering flow and your steps sound emptiness
You listen the music of the rot, the brooks of the existence are poisoned the melancholy transition of the crops is observed from this hill, there is listened the existence and the vagueness of life
And there remains the feeling of the disenchantment, spirit of the pain buried in discouragement
the rain dies in the outside, sound of this loneliness… know where these thoughts lead, cross the paths of the unknown but the infinity does not serve as refuge
Agonizing ocean of the spirituality, in the deepest of the infinity You observe the beauty of the gravely injured cedar, the immense weight of the death, valley of the ruin and materializes the banality of the human thought
The dreams of the past are diluted in the ashes bloodstained of a solitary oak You come to this land across the suffering close to the high trees of the forgotten mountain
The lineage of the dismembered trees makes its way and searches in the forest’s doubt
The bitter farewell of the rain The blind sadness in the lost path The cold dead age assembles the meaning of my life and of my death
The lineage of the dismembered trees makes its way and searches in the forest’s doubt
Agonizing voice of the forgotten paradise
Former stagnant dreams blind Magician of the secret places crazy hollow and absence