Under the sign of Seele in Not
, an old picture and a humble poem:
I am trapped in these waters like veils
And I cannot hear your voice!
There are no caresses in here, not a touch,
Not a word, not even a whisper…
I’m dissolving myself in these rough waters of silence
Their waves are wounding my skin,
Digging up to my bones,
Here, you can see my soul underneath,
You can see my dreams leaving me,
You can see all my loves are gone.
I’m a soul with no memories,
I’m completely alone
In these blackened, cold waters.
My warm blood is leaving my veins,
Your white soul is leaving my body,
I am deep down in these waters
And I don’t have a way
To write down my burning thoughts.
There are poems on my fingers, waiting…