I look at myself, and see the abyss
In the mirror, where time slips away
And the cruel emptiness takes me whole
Like a distant echo that life betrays

What is pain, if not a flame
That burns without being explained?
It is a torment that is not mine
But invades me, devours me under the moonlight

The divan calls me, but what is the divan
If not a well, where the soul is lost
In words that slip away like sand
And become a dream, but cannot be understood?

I speak, and in speaking, I give myself in pieces
And speech suddenly becomes nothing
It is silence that embraces me, absence
That makes me a wrong shadow of life

I am a man who seeks, through the fog
In the flesh that is lost, in the memory that fades
In a face that disappears, in the memory that fades
In the echoes of love that, perhaps, will never come

But it is the emptiness that offers itself
And I mirror myself in what I am not
And in what I am not, I see what I cannot see:
Nothing but the emptiness that devoured me

Here, where the verb is lost in mist
And the body dissolves, without being a body
I am merely the search that never tires
For what does not come, for what is not had
And the divan, silent, in its quiet
Tells me: "There are no answers, no more."