In the silence
In the funeral of a sweet
memory of emotions

How much
I loved the life in that moment,
how many times I thought,

how nice was to live and how many times I curse it now
My heart is dry like the desert,
the passion has become melancholy,

Past joy is now only pain and suffering
life is a grave of loneliness.
The darkness brought light to the stars,

my bare feet rested on the cool grass of a prairie field,
in the highest point I could caress it
I felt the grass sliding under my hands

I picked small drops,
as if they were tears,
maybe they were mine,

those that ran along down my face,
at that moment.
At nights this suffering touched the highest point

picked my tears,
on the cool grass of the field,
I loved to lie down on it,

when darkness made clear the intimacy of my pain,
my tears could slide into my grave of loneliness,
in the silence of a funeral, a sweet memory.